Chapter 37: Barbaric

Baron Baron stood at the edge of the cliff, looking over the expanse of his territory. "Did you really have to climb this high?" Gabriel asked him, wheezing from behind. "Of all the werewolves, right now, you're the only one that hates heights," Baron said as he turned around to face his beta. "That's because we are land mammals. We live on land. If the Moon Goddess wanted to create something that would fly, she would have created us with wings. But she didn't, so let's go, please." Baron smiled and continued looking. A desert, snowy peaks, and a barren wasteland all lay on the edge of the witches' territory over there. Baron pointed to the large expanse of dark green in the distance. "But you don't want us to go in there," Gabriel said. "I know what I said. I'm trying to get you to understand the fact that our territory is different and unique." "Now that you mention it," Gabriel said, tapping his shoulders and steering clear of the edge of the cliff, "I do think we are quite