Chapter 7

[A Week in the past ]

KLEO'S WHISPER

One of the pieces of life-saving advice passed from the older werewolves to younger generations of werewolves was that two classes of individuals that

a werewolf should never trust in others to live a long and useful life are snakes and vampires.

The rivalry between these two races stretched for Centuries and was one of guile and stealth instead of brutality and open conflict.

All these didn't matter to Kleo anyways as she moved with agility into Damon's Quarters in Werekult.

It was nighttime in Werekult,

Damon was in his room reading the maps which he would give to Venus in order for her not to have any trouble getting into Grenalia when he heard a whisper.

"Daaaaamon......"

Damon, who was as agile as the military commander he is, immediately turned to his back with his dagger out.

"Who's there?!" he said as He waved his dagger from side to side.

"Show yourself this instant or I won't be so lenient when I catch you".

Kleo with a laugh then flitted