Four men were arguing in a mountainous area on the edge of the far south. The tension was palpable in the air. The human mercenary, with his eyes cold as steel, stared at Sander, this man was an arms dealer and a werewolf dealer. Anger flashed in his eyes as he spoke in a hoarse, menacing voice.

"You promised me that you would bring me two she-wolves as payment for the goods I have given you.

Sander, with an expression of anguish, was running his hand over his head, trying to find an answer that