69 Werewolf

Joan was sniffing the air with great interest. Thinking that the enemies have great numbers to played with. Looking at the far houses by the distance, he can sense their presence.

Some were huddled together, banded with their other kindred. As Joan was on his Werewolf form, he can't help his instincts to well up.

Without further ado, he jumped from the walls towards the ground. Smashing the dirt as he descended with a heavy body. His weight multiplied as he was in this form, making the ground reverberate as he landed on the top.

Just up ahead were houses that were not far from each other. A residence of houses hobbled together as he watched it from afar. Making it a wonderful place to jump on one after the other.

Joan growled as he jumped at the top and dashed on the roofs. Making him running on the top of the houses. Dashing as air flowed on his hairs. Sniffing again the air then concluded that the monsters were not just far but numerous.