At Fang Claw Mountain, love had returned.
The multitude of dreaded, dying, and helpless werewolves smiled for the first time in months. Even when they finally spoke, it was as if their mouths had been glued shut for ages.
Even the moonlight seemed to shine brighter upon seeing their once more rowdy steps drumming across Fang Claw Mountain.
Smiles crept onto the faces of Allen and his companions as they witnessed even the most cancerous beings expressing gratitude.
"Gather around," Allen ordered, and all the werewolves closed in near the outskirts of the mountain, preparing to dismiss the land of their terror.
"Lord Allen..." Natasha and Elara gasped emotionally, running toward him after guiding the last group of werewolves into the crowd. Amaterasu followed silently behind them.
"Nice job, all of you," Allen smirked, waving his hand with a warm smile.
