"For the last time, Sam, are we lost?" I ask exasperated by his silence.
"No... I remember this tree." He answers pointing at the seventh tree that he "recognizes". I sigh. We are definitely lost.
Somehow, we managed to avoid all the rouges patrols, but since he came here at night, in a car, he can't find his way back now.
"You said that Tom memorized their schedule, but a car is too lousy to pass unnoticed. We are werewolves, after all, I can hear a squirrel in the tree, I am sure they could have heard a car." I say and he just shrugs.
"That's what he told me. I didn't care enough to question it then." He answers and I smell a deal with rouges. The hunger for power corrupted him so much that I can't recognize the man I once saw as my mentor. Such a pity...
"I remember that tree!" He
