Not just a pretty face

Ale and Samantha reached the central square where two wolves were standing straight and a third had his back bent. The latter was Armando, while the others were his father and uncle.

«I want to have a chat with Renato!» he said. «He attacked my son for no reason before the battle, and he did it again after!»

«No reason?» Samantha said. «Who told you that?»

Her eyes swept over Armando for a second only, as if he was an insignificant bug. She had evened her wrongs with him and could focus on issue number two: the adult wolf claiming to have something to settle with Renato.

«What do you want from him?» she asked. «He's weak now. He can't talk with you... Come later.»

«I don't care if he's weak! He beat my son! Twice!»

«That's not true. Once was my doing,» she chuckled. «Don't take away my merits.»

«Hey, Samantha...» Ale whispered, his heart accelerating and his back covered by cold sweat.