The one leading the Smith clan members was an old man with a long white beard wearing a blue armour that flickered with lightning.
" Demigod." Whispered one of the Werewolves with a grim expression, the old man looked at them.
" You are werewolves? You lot have caused quite a ruckus lately." He said calmly but his voice held overwhelming might.
The strongest werewolf stood forward and faced him, " Sir, I respect your power but if anything happens to us."
The man raised his hand to stop him, " You're mistaken, I have no grudge against you.
The past grievances we had were because of our own foolishness, this is a time of crisis and we need to stand as one.
I hope you can pass this message to your lord, besides, your pack holds three Demigods more monstrous than the last.
That ghost girl who can use nether esper, I might not even be able to defeat her let alone the mother son pair.
