Chapter 30. Night Out

~3RD PERSON'S POV~

“Your cursed arrow failed!” The voice of a young male sounded from inside an old wooden box, biulding deep inside the forest.

"No, it didn't; you just used it at the wrong time." An old man answered, striking a piece of metal with his heavy mallet.

“I don't have time for games; I need to take control of the council before it's too late!” The male spoke again. He had a dark cloak on and carried a large bag around his shoulder.

“What are you so worried about anyway? The leader of the council is a fine woman who can handle any task placed before her,” the old blacksmith said, still hammering the metal.

“That may be true, but the one thing she can't handle is what's coming. It's so dangerous that it could end werewolfkind forever. Lady Anaya is weak and has too much of a soft heart to handle what is coming; if I don't ascend the position of head, we are all in danger."

The old man lifted the red, hot metal he had been hammering, dip