Everyone slowly turned towards the voice. Carried away by disputes, they did not even notice that the enemy was on the "threshold". He had the audacity to come not only when we mourn his sacrifice, but also when we are discussing how to deal with him.

Trent stood at the very edge of the forest. One, confident in his invincibility. He slowly approached, brazenly looking at the assembled members of the pack. Now he has already entered the territory of the reservation, but no one stopped him with a word.

I looked at Reed. He stood with his back against a tree trunk, his head bowed, his eyes fixed on...