"Am I willing to venture into a cave to take a couple of pictures of drawings inside?"
White asked sarcastically.
"Of course, I am."
"You do know this is no ordinary cave, right?"
Commander Zoltan said, sitting back down.
"Do you even know what an Alpha Werewolf looks like?"
He added, crossing his hands as he looked at White, amusedly.
At first, White wanted to say yes, but then he paused.
Did he really know what a Werewolf looked like?
His only encounter with Werewolves had been in his past life.
Right now, to Commander Zoltan and anyone else, he was still just an eighteen-year-old boy and should have zero idea about what the Supernatural realms looked like, let alone the peak of the realm.
"Big dogs that stand on both their feet. I've seen them on online clips."
He responded, and the man chuckled.
"That's a good one. But no, clips don't do them any justice. Most of it is censored."
"Let me inform you well..."
