"His Highness, King Conaan has ordered that any scentless or scented werewolf found within the boundaries of the lycan Kingdom, to be immediately put to death!" The head soldier announced, his hands on his waist, his brows drawn together in a dark expression.

"Yes, Sir!"

"As from today," he continued, "Half of this force will go around the kingdom at odd hours of the day and fish out any suspicious looking man or woman. Bring them before me and of they resist, slay them, is that clear?!"

"Yes, Sir!" Came the unanimous echo and he nodded, obviously pleased.

"Get back to work and no matter what, do mot allow any...