"Now prepare to die!" came Ovisia's voice.
Yet, as she was about to thrust her dagger forth, through Theo's neck, a familiar sound came from the direction of the western village entrance: A series of chilling howls. "That's impossible…".
Releasing Theo's chin, Ovisia turned, along with the Chief, Jacky, and the other villagers to see a horrifying sight: A pack of over thirty giant wolves had invaded the village, and all of them were angry-looking, all of them with a beast aura of B rank or higher, with the strongest being the alpha, a shaggy grey direwolf at S rank. It was the same pack that had helped Theo escape the Dawson siblings once before, Theo was certain of it, and it looked like they had come to his rescue.
"Mystic wolves?" one of the villagers had the courage to speak, even despite the wet spot in their trousers.
"H-here? Now? T-t-today?" another asked, voice shaky. "W-why?"
