Layla's Destined Lover

ritory had changed hands, time seemed to fly by, and be

ppearing lazy but her eyes vigil

rolling their territory. This tense atmosphere

the Western werewolves held noisy festivals. At these times,

r father, the tribe leader Baron, had repeatedly warned his subordinates. He

werewolf warriors, rotating them b

med futile. They argued that the Western territory was inherently peacefu

sh thought, but ironically, these wer

ld regain her strength, she was de

beasts were extremely ferocious, making it akin to offering oneself to wild animals if one entered th

re not as peaceful as in the West, but the specifics remained unknown

state of high alert. Perhaps, something danger

ed, think

e ever-serious yet bea

to find a way to esc

uddenly called out. Layla

ered in thick beard and exuding a c

on his shoulder, amused by its curious, child-lik

him, he quickly averted his ga

asked as his thoughts wer

emnly, "Sir, all teams have

"Keep a close wa

tood, l

get glanced at the little wolf on his shoulder a

elf about talking to a creature that couldn't understand

f around the tribe for a final ch

his unusual behavior

.

illuminate everything, Layla sat by the

ving, not even the sound of insects could be heard. This qui

ert. Remembering the seriousness of the day...

horn sounded, echoi

und of heavy footsteps. The noise

s sta

.

f ready for battle, gripping their weapons tight

m!

in the distance, the heav

source of the noise. His already tense face turned pale

mating the number of creatures approaching. As the heavy st

ows and arrows for long-range attacks, simultaneously determining the range of the mutated an

goats, which normally gather in herds and are not aggressive. However, durin

werewolf territories to attack. They are a nuisance, but compa

facing a charging herd was not something to be taken li

e mutated animals, leaving a trail of blood wherever he pas

im even more ruthless. Initially, it took three slashes to kill his prey, b

than half of the tribe disagreeing with him, none dared to oppose or

as a madman. Bloo

a matter of life and deat

but you'll never win against

ious measure, for it