Chief Klaus growled. "Or else you'll feel the wrath of the Goldbloods under the full moon. WOLVES!"
Ernest and the other Werewolves growled, sending a visible shockwave that ruffled Zovirru's extravagant red-scaled cloak. But the man himself remained smiling.
"You know you can't afford a full-scale war against us," said Chief Klaus. "I feel Draconic gazes from the other towers, just waiting for a chance."
For a brief second, Zovirru seemed to finally show a change in expression. He looked to be on the verge of relenting to the Goldblood Chief's demands.
But just then…
AWOOOO!!!!
Another set of howls echoed off from the distance. Michael and the others turned their heads back from where they came from, seeing a pack of gigantic Wolves running towards them at full speed.
The one leading them, a Brown Wolf whose fur was filled with symbols that littered around his body, lunged towards them. Its eyes were blood red under the light of the moon.
GRAOO!