Chapter 118: The Council Members-2
At this time, three cars stopped one after another. Baatar, Amir, and Matthias stepped out from their vehicles.
Baatar Erdene Altanshagai, the Lorekeeper of the werewolves and head of the Altanshagai Clan, served as the guardian of history, traditions, prophecies, and ancient wisdom. He maintained ancestral records with a devotion few could fathom.
Baatar bore the stillness of an ancient mountain and the fire of stories untold. His weather-worn cloak, stitched with thread dyed from mountain herbs, whispered as he moved... each step deliberate, as if he were treading through time itself. His black hair was braided into a warrior’s tail, silver strands glinting like frost over stone.
Eyes like obsidian slits scanned the world not for threats, but for truths... those hidden beneath dust, blood, and legend. A carved wolf-tooth talisman hung from his chest, said to have belonged to the first guardian of the steppes. Around his shoulders was a heavy scarf patterned with ancient clan symbols.
He greeted the others with a rumbling voice that rolled like distant thunder. "Looks like we are the last ones."
This Mongolian born was the one who remembered what others forgot. Some said he could recite a thousand years of werewolf lore from memory. Others swore that his clan’s bloodline awakening process passed memories as though he had lived them himself.
Beside him stood Amir Anpukhet Ahmose, the Scholar of the werewolves. He was responsible for updating werewolf teaching modules and conducting supernatural research.
Amir carried the weight of centuries in his gaze... eyes dark and deep like the fertile Nile under a moonless night, reflecting the secrets of forgotten knowledge. His tall, lean frame moved with the calm authority of one who had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.
His skin bore the rich, warm bronze of desert sun and river clay, smooth but marked with faint, intricate tattoos resembling ancient hieroglyphs. These traced his forearms and neck, shimmering subtly when touched by light, alive with the stories they bore.