The werewolves moved little by little so much so that nobody even noticed. Most left under the guise of taking a mission.
Adrian was meditating above his bed, he was still trying to control his esper but the uneasiness he felt only kept getting worse distracting him.
Strangely, when he stopped practicing, the uneasy feeling he had would subside confusing him.
He dedicated nearly 18 hours of practice everyday, he was very eager to reach level 5 soon.
If a threat was on the way, then having enough strength to protect himself and his pack would be very much welcome.
Even though the pack did have a level 5 werewolf, the truth was that she was still weaker than Adrian.
In fact she was weaker than Annie and Sam using his absurd speed might even pose some threat to her.
On the 12nth day since he started providing shelter, he felt something. His mind entered a state of absolute focus.
