The darkness covered his swift movements as he hopped from floor to floor at a dashing speed. He was going to the top floor and he couldn't raise any alarm. So using the elevator was out of option. He moved on, navigating his way through the darkness.

He hated the sharp senses of wolves, they were always keen. Even learning to fight against them for years didn't help sometimes, because they all had varying strengths. There were wolves that would notice a different whiff of air within a tornado. They were just so accustomed to sounds and scents beyond levels that he couldn't imagine.

He dropped one of the guards...