The Glacier's Connection, Stories in the Castle
The war was over, but the werewolves were not.
In the Snow Mountain and The Forest east of the Gerald Noble Territory, werewolves still moved through the vast white snow, slaughtering the Elves in that silent world.
Ever since the last full-moon frenzy, the werewolves had not settled down, and amid the killing, the population of the werewolf race had dwindled more and more.
For the new Silvermoon Monarch, a reduced population could also be considered a good thing. Having lost the vast hunting grounds of the northern snowfields, they could no longer support too many werewolves. The war had consumed a large portion of them, allowing the werewolves who remained to have more freedom on this land.
And so, when the population decreased to the point where they could sustain themselves, the werewolves began to seek reason.
That required Ryan.
That was also why they had no choice but to cooperate with Ryan against the Elves.
After crossing the Gerald Noble Territory, Ryan touched the biting cold wind. In the coniferous forest, he could still smell the reek of blood hidden beneath the accumulated snow.
From the shadows of the trees, a werewolf's gaze pierced out. The next moment, the attendants behind Ryan charged forward and violently dragged the werewolf out. The latter's agility did not surpass a knight's; his body slammed into the ground and slid out a deep furrow.
"Take me to see your king."
When he saw the Werewolf Monarch Yadun again, this monarch carried much more of the aftertaste of battle and slaughter. Clearly, on the land of The Woodlands, no one could avoid personally fighting the Elves.
"Many of our people died."
The instant he saw Ryan, Yadun snarled with a sharp gaze, and wolf howls rose