Werewolves had incredible senses. He knew that a team there must have seen them by now and was rushing to their aid.
All he had to do was make sure that they made it to that point.
Yes! That was all they needed.
"Young Master Victor, how many more vials do you have left?" Moses asked.
Victor dug a hand in his clothes and brought out a little test tube.
In it were a few drops of Blue blood.
"It's little, barely a single drop for all of us." Victor replied.
However, Moses smiled, "Don't worry, it will be enough. Say the prayer, and on my mark, share it!"
Victor nodded.
Instantly, he closed his eyes as his mouth moved.
This was the bloodline ability that was gifted to only those of noble lineage within the pack.
This was their birthright secret and the reason for their strong rule over the land.