That night, thin trails of smoke rose from the mansion's backyard where Ethan and the others were staying. The smell of grilling meat drifted across the compound, spreading block by block until people nearby started swallowing without even realizing it.
Life in the compound meant you wouldn't starve, sure…
But nobody lived this luxuriously.
That aroma hit, and the steamed buns in people's hands instantly felt like sawdust.
"Holy shit… who's grilling? It smells so damn good."
"Nope. I can't take it. I'm going to go beg for a bite."
Plenty of folks left their homes and followed the scent.
Then they realized it was coming from Fallen Star Squad's mansion.
Their courage died on the spot. One by one, they turned around and went back to chewing bread like obedient civilians.
In the mansion's backyard, grill racks were set up in rows. On each one, a Bloodfang Wolf was skewered and slowly turned over the fire.
