Werewolves

Daniel, still nursing the pain in his stomach from Lady Marian's punch, approached Elisa and Rokia's table with unsteady steps. His annoyance was palpable as he looked at them with a raised eyebrow, clearly not in the mood for conversation.

"You're still here?" Daniel asked, his tone laced with irritation, directed more at Elisa than Rokia.

Elisa, unfazed by his demeanor, smiled. "Of course. The offer still stands," she replied calmly, her eyes assessing Daniel's condition.

"I've already told you, I won't accept it. You're just wasting your time," Daniel retorted, his frustration evident in his voice as he glanced around, noticing the curious gazes from other patrons.

"Unfortunately, I can't give up. Our leader has tasked me with bringing you in, no matter the cost," Elisa explained, her tone resolute.

"Well, I don't care what you offer me. I won't change my mind," Daniel stated firmly, his resolve unwavering despite his discomfort.