During breakfast in the guesthouse, a strange rumor began circulating among the gathered patrons. A rogue wolf had been spotted the previous night.
Zenna, Radulf, and Victor sat at their table, attentively listening as whispers and hushed conversations filled the room.
"Really? Was it an Alpha?" someone asked, their voice tinged with curiosity and concern.
"Yes," a tall, middle-aged man with a thick mustache replied with a grim expression. "His eyes were red, like they were thirsting for blood." He leaned in slightly, recounting the chilling encounter he and three of his friends had while returning home.
A scoff came from another man sitting with them. "You were all drunk last night," he remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"It's true! We spotted that rogue Alpha," the mustached man insisted in a loud enough voice. He lifted his bandaged hand for everyone to see. "Look, I even got injured while running from him."
