Otis's POV:

"A rogue? Who are you talking about, could it be me?"

I looked at this werewolf in front of me in confusion and just as I tried to explain, the werewolf transformed into a wolf in the next moment.

"And you want to weasel in front of me, go weasel in hell, you damned bastard!"

The werewolf snarled in anger, he didn't seem to want to hear me at all, and then he charged towards me with his claws waving.

His sharp claws glinted and traced clear trails in my eyes, and I could see that this werewolf wasn't very strong, not even as strong as an ordinary...