LILITH
The Wolf’s Den Bar is deserted as I enter. Half of the bar is roped off with huge blue tarps blocking the wholes that I apparently made during my battle with the child. Looking around at the destruction I cannot help but laugh. I had no idea that I left such a mess in my wake. A path of destruction has become my calling card.
I would not have even bothered to come back to this disgusting place, but I have no choice. This is my only lead on finding a way to get to the child. She must have been hiding behind this bar for a reason. There is a mousy, brown haired she-wolf talking to a handsome wolf with a large tattoo on his arm. Upon closer inspection it is the tattoo of the Lycan City Royal Guard. Neither take notice of me as I sit a few seats down, carefully listening to thei
