Chapter 137 - The Black-Clad Assassin

Alpha Gregor hardened his heart as he felt the plague had come for him, he had readied himself for his own time. “Alright, let's get on with it” he said under his breath “Stay alert, something's out there” he said to his men, some already changing to their werewolf forms, ready for a brutal fight. His men, weapons at the ready, obeyed. The werewolves' senses sharpened and they bared their fangs, but the woods stayed strangely still. It felt like nothing would happen for a while. The first arrow, though, shot out of the darkness. One of the soldiers was hit hard in the head and was knocked off his horse before he could even make a sound of alarm. Before the others could even react, there was a barrage of arrows, each one landing with deadly accuracy. Fearing that his superior senses and speed would be unable to fend off the unseen attacker, Gregor watched in terror as his men, including the werewolves, fell one by one. “Hold your ground!” Alpha Gregor yelled, but it was of no us