Meanwhile, surrounded by a pinewood forest, a Werewolf Tribe resided peacefully on the bottom of a tall mountain.
These Werewolves, unlike the Brownbloods who could be identified by their brown fur clothes and unique tattoos, used ornate and opulent gold jewelries to denote their statues within the tribe.
This was the Goldbloods, led by none other than their savage leader, Chief Klaus.
A limping old man whose body was filled with both scars and gold ornaments sat on an austere throne.
In front of him was a group of men and women the exact opposite of the Goldblood Chief. They looked young, inexperienced, and almost juvenile. These were the prototypical scions of established families who only got their start because of their lineage.
Usually, Chief Klaus wouldn't even give these people the time of the day. They looked like they hadn't even spilled blood.
But his and his tribe's circumstance didn't exactly give him the luxury of spurning them at the door.
