Drakoen stood by the window in his tower, looking outside in a daze. When the cloaked man came to report the progress of their plan, he was suddenly unsure if he should interrupt his train of thought or just come back later. Drakoen had already sensed him, so he ordered him to enter his room.

" What is it?" Drakoen asked, turning away from the view.

" I have a report master. The plan is going well. Many of the Werewolf packs have been conquered and are ...