Ethan turned the car around and continued on his way, pulling out a pocket watch from his coat to check the time.
It was ten at night.
He sighed and shifted his route, heading toward the Arcorys family compound.
A short while later, Ethan had driven through the opened gates and parked close the main house, then stepped out.
The scene before him was an open courtyard where several werewolves were already engaged in combat.
Some fought in their full wolf forms, claws and fangs bared as they grappled with each other. Others remained in human form but bare-chested, as they traded blows and tested each other's strength.
The female wolves wore sleeveless vests, with their arms expos as they either participated in matches or watched from the sidelines.
Ethan stared at the scene with recognition. This was part of the clan family dinner tradition, the way they determined hierarchy among themselves.
