I had to help, I never fought a werewolf but I am one too and I had to do what I can. I ran out of my room and bumped into Victor. Does he always stand on my way on purpose? I shoved that idea, I had a more important question to ask.
"Hey, what's going on? Are we under attack?"
He frownd at me and said with gritted teeth.
"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?"
"Is that the most important thing right now? A bunch of people and wolves are fighting to death outside and you're worried about my outfit?!"
I yelled back, I was seriously scared and fast it turned to anger remembering how he left me last night in the middle of a conversation.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply, then he said in a calmer voice.
"We're not under attack. Satisfied?"
I crossed
