The pack

Tral and Darick found themselves on a ship partially docked in a wearhouse surrounded by a pack of werewolves hungry for their flesh.

They stood back to back as these beasts finished their rapid transformation into monsters that ranged from eight to ten feet tall of muscle and fur.

The ship could only really fit about four of them at a time but one was enough to rip most people apart even if they were cultivators.

Tral nodded at his friend “I got a present for you just keep it the hell away from me ok.” Who laughed with a fearless response as he raise his hands in the air “If it’s what I think it is then let them come and load me up buddy”

A pair of werewolves jumped onto the ship from either side as another crawled across the ceiling above them.

Suddenly a silver great ax appeared in the air above Darick who immediately grabbed it’s handle to place it deep into the head of the supprised beast in front of him.