The Sand Fang froze, terror rooting them in place. Even Lanky's face paled at the sight of him.

“You… you’re—” Lanky gasped, his eyes widening at first , fingers twitching uselessly at his sides. His jaw worked, words caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. His eyes darted over Mangolia’s hulking form, pupils narrowing, teeth gritting.

“A… werewolf,” he spat, voice low and venomous, each syllable dripping with disgust and fury. A collective hiss of disapproval arose ...