Spencer was going ballistic, the ride to Darius's pack taking too long, in his opinion, as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, not caring that he was going way past the speed limit. Poor Thomas was looking green in the car, he hated being a passenger, always seemed to get sick for some reason, but this was made much worse by Spencer's reckless driving. He coughed.
"Spencer, what exactly is the plan" he tried, "it's not like we can just go in, guns blazing or in wolf form, so to speak. Patrol would pick us up within a second", he warned him.
Spencer shot him a look. "I'm aware of that, Thomas," he said a little touchily, "but he's also taken something valuable of mine and I'm not about to let him get away with it."
His expression was grim as he continued to drive, the scenery
