"Ok, let's talk about..." he looked about at the trees and he saw someone in the distance "Wait a sec" he stops "That person looks familiar, and not in a good way"
Gorba get's up from against the tree and begins attacking some more dummies that were placed there by his servants.
"Let's talk about blood" Garte said with a sly smile
As Balazor walked through the shady forset, he began to notice an itchy feeling all over his skin.....through small gaps in the trees, moonlight was striking him...........slowly, painfully, he began to change.......
As he entered his full-wolven form, he heard the sound of another werewolf..........he ran towards the source of the sound.....
A scream penetrated the air, and he ran faster.....