Otis's POV:
"A rogue? Who are you talking about, could it be me?"
I looked at this werewolf in front of me in confusion and just as I tried to explain, the werewolf transformed into a wolf in the next moment.
"And you want to weasel in front of me, go weasel in hell, you damned bastard!"
The werewolf snarled in anger, he didn't seem to want to hear me at all, and then he charged towards me with his claws waving.
His sharp claws glinted and traced clear trails in my eyes, and I could see that this werewolf wasn't very strong, not even as strong as an ordinary warrior.
I could easily kill him, but there was no reason for me to kill a werewolf who was not an enemy.
"I'm not some rogue, listen to me, I've only just arrived in this place ......"
His claws slashed past my ears with a win
