Chapter 15 ~Greg Greenfield~

Lord Mayor and his wolves had gathered at the pack’s laboratory. He writhed in pain as he watched them shape-shift into humans and die afterwards from my chunk and bite after our bout at Caritas.
A few of them were on the floor chattering and groaning like innumerable bees.
“What is happening? I have never lost a wolf!” he lamented and stroked his ponytail in exaggerated confusion. “This is a slap on my face! No I must get to the root of all this shit!” he barked and each time he did his voice commanded thundering and lightning.