Werewolves (II): A Short Challenge

The shocks etched on the face of the alpha was palpable, there were holes blasted into the hill itself, craters the size of a twenty-liter paint bucket, was spread all over the ground as the pristine hill now looked like a warzone. Limbs were scattered all over the landscape. While some of the werewolves had holes burnt into their bodies, others were expectedly very dead. The others that were injured struggled to gather themselves, the Alpha was a bulky man standing at over seven feet tall, for all intents and purposes this was the tallest person Alex had ever met. But considering he was transformed I to a sort of wolf man, Alex reckoned it was a bit understandable.

Alex raised his hands up as a signal, and as soon as he did that Louis had stopped shooting. He only needed a thought to have the arrow tower besides him stop shooting at the werewolves as he faced the distraught looking Alpha. The alpha turned to Alex, rage evident in his eyes as he said.