The Shrewd King

th the wind and the waves are crashing against the beach. In the twilight, the clouds lay all

inconvenient to go on with hunting us-werewolves who are imprisone

ngry ocean. It looks as if a typhoon is comin

e, especially the strong ones, are morally bound to act as bait for the children. They can't fight yet, not until the

nd the fact that we can transform into wolves. It's not a huge advantage though. Humans know our weaknesses. And besides, it's a double-edged sword fo

rberates throughout the island. It only

" Nowra

swer and bow

ther's hand with our palms towards each other. Then, we touc

there, listening to her children. It's been a hundred years since werewolves tried to take o

eparated, we can watch each other's back. It's been a long fifteen years since I arrived here. It's Nowra who helped me get accustomed to being a slave

o our wolf form. Like me, Nowra can easily control her werewolf. There is no problem with aggression and the need to kill as wel

As always, they are using hoverboards created by the mages which makes them move faster. They fire another bullet in my direction. I jump

a snicker on his face. He's enjoying this faux hunting, just like how the island park owner wants it to be. I can't kill him, because that will just p

. It's the reason why, after fifteen human years, I can survive the weekly hunting. It's also

e werewolf!?!" the human taunts as

from his clothes. This one is used to this–to hunting and killing. No. Not

s wonderful park! Now, come a

o and whips the sandy beach beside him. I groan. He's a mage hunter, worse than a simple human hunter. The silver whip he's

't be afraid. You can tr

th? I think she needs your help. You see, my leader has a taste for beautiful werewolves. And he i

ra knows combat, but I am stronger than her. Sh

eady have a mate? My leader can smell that too, you know.

from each other that we will cease to feel each other's presence. If she need

. We just need to count you guys, but I think I will enjoy hunt

the electricity won't travel toward me. And then there it is-an ear-splitting scream. I stop in