chapitre 60

Among the trees of the dark forest, near the kingdom of werewolves, Marco was standing, drawing a sly smile, as he moved one of the flowers in his hand

He felt steps approaching him, which made his smile widen, until it reached his ear, before he stood up and looked at the unknown person, who was wearing a black cloak, covering his features.

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Through the tone of the other's voice, it was clear that he was not comfortable with this meeting, because he responded to him nervously

"What do you want from me Marco, why did you call me here?"

His smile widened, as he moved his hand in the air, before looking at the owner of the black cloak, whose features were mysterious.

"What's wrong with you, I brought you here so we can have a picnic, and I really miss you, cousin?"

In one moment, that person was in front of him, holding his neck, until he almost broke it, and looking at him with hateful eyes.

"I don't have time for this nonsense, as you