Nancy followed Dean through the heavily guarded area, crawling with wolves. It wasn't like the previous meetings where they would meet her representative in a much-crowded place. It was like walking to the den of the wolves, unguarded. Even though she was a skilled huntress, she could not take so many hungry wolves alone.
"Some of the wolves look like the rogues," Nancy mumbled.
"Because they were before the Goldmoon pack gave them shelter," Dean smirked.
"But weren't you about self-righteousness. I didn't know you were hiring rogues." Nancy chided.
"Well, not all rogue wolves are wrong. Some are victims like us. They have lived too long to adapt to the changes so soon. Ignore them." Dean replied.
Nancy looked around the dark valley, wolves looking decent and like thugs watching her
