Chapter 114 It's All Me

The night went restless, we knew where Morax was staying but had no way to attack him. We were waiting for the reinforcements but in my mind, the time was slipping away like grains of sand through our fingers.

In the meantime, we thought of laying low, as we didn't want to alert Morax or any of his advisors. So we decided to explore the surrounding areas to gather intelligence and perhaps find an alternate entrance to Morax's lair. We stumbled upon an abandoned building, a building that seemed to have weathered the p*ssage of time. It was an opportune spot for us to rest and regroup.

As the werewolf warriors sought refuge within the empty building, we hastily set up our makeshift camp. Tents were erected, weapons sharpened, and a flickering fire cast dancing shadows on the cold, stone walls. Despite our weariness, the air was charged with tension, and sleep remained elusive.

Everyone settled down and slept but I found myself on edge, pacing around the desolate building in the eerie si