They were werewolf warriors, holding old steel spears and wooden bows.
When they saw my face in the moonlight, their stances instantly disappeared.
"Alpha Theo!" the lead warrior shouted in pure joy. He dropped his spear and turned around, calling out into the giant camp. "Alpha Theo is back. He hero has returned"
A massive roar of cheers erupted from the nearest tents. Thousands of people began to run, their faces hope and happiness when they saw me standing there.
But before I could move, a tall, older man walked out from the crowd. He was a large wolf with long gray hair and a massive scar running across his left eye. He wore the heavy silver armor of a high leader.
I recognized him immediately. It was Alpha Thomas of the great River-Stone Pack from the far west. Behind him walke
