[Bonus chapter]
Somewhere in the city, a group of men gathered to have a feast as they laughed about business and old jokes.
This was what it looked like to an average eye but on a closer look, these men were no ordinary men. As they sat in that huge hall, their laughter was only a way for them to calm their nerves about the impending conversation.
They were werewolves.
A mixture of alcohol and tranquility could be perceived in the room, a rare blend but perfect to cover their scent. There was the smoke of cigars in the air, dancing to the tone of the music playing in the background.
"Mr. Williams, you're so funny?" Thomas blurted out as he nursed his drink.
Williams was the entertainer of the day, and the group couldn't have made a better choice.
"My mother always used to say. The older you get, the better you get, unless you're a banana!" Mr. Williams cracked again and the group evoked louder laughter. "Hahaha..!!"