Fang looks at her and nods, â€œYes, when I was younger, my father had to travel out of our territory over to yours, when he and your father were still waring trying to get peace.â€ He says. â€œWhat about you?â€ He asks her. The next morning, Fang awoke early, because the sun was shining in his face. He looked around and seen that he had his arms around Aylia and that she was cuddled into him. He shakes her gently. â€œWe should get going.â€™ He says to her. As they get up to leave, Fang stops and looks around. The wolves began to growl and snarl. Soon people come into their view.<span style="font-style: italic">Lovely, probably bandits</span>He thinks. He stands in front of Aylia. â€œWhat do you want?â€ he asks. â€œAny of your valuables.â€ One says. Fang rolls his eyes. â€œDoes it look like weâ€™re carrying any thing valuable or money?â€ he asks. The bandits then look at them as if they were studying them. â€œFine then, weâ€™ll just take the pretty little one.â€ He says as he points at Aylia. Fang lets out a growl and attacks one of them punching them in the face. The others echo with their own growl and begin to switch forms.<span style="font-style: italic">Great Werewolves</span>Fang thinks. He begins to switch forms as well and stands in front of Aylia.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope that there arenâ€™t that many</span>He thinks as he barres his fangs and snaps at them. Showing that he is willing to die to protect her and showing her that he was going to be a very protective mate. But there was only a few, it was a mixture of humans and werewolves.