Isaac's POV
Last night, I was camping in the forest. In the distance, there was a pretty large pack. There were also a few rouge groups. This pack had nothing to investigate. They were not half as strong as our pack. The only thing I was worried about was the White Claw pack. Our stupid Alpha didn't listen to my advice at all. I hoped his luck was good enough and the White Claw pack would give up on attacking us. Late at night, a group of rouge stared at my team. They thought they had launched a surprise attack, but Caesar had already smelled the stench on their bodies.
I cut the throat of the enemy boss with my saber. It was too weak. I didn't need to shift to fight with him at all. But his blood splashed on my coat. The blood was still difficult to clean up.
At this time, a messenger
