Chapter 165 Of Vengeance & Of Woes

• The leaders howled, informing their people to battle. The cry for war resonated within the Werewolf Committee’s keep.
• There was no earthquake!
• A storm of dust slowly cloaked the remaining territories of the Werewolf Committee. Beneath the storm of dirt and howling wind, wolves of different sizes and colors were revealed. Like a messenger of the Death God, their eyes held one intention only—to trample those who dared to stop their call.