Sean’s POV
Warning- French words ahead (don’t worry I will translate) and s****l Content
I left Castle Blair early one morning and drove down through the rest of the UK. It took me ten hours to get to where I needed to be in order to get to France. I returned my rental car and paid the bill. I proceed to get on the train on the Eurotunnel. Effective but different.
Once I was in France, I got another rental car and drove towards the pack. The entire time I was driving all I could think about was the movie ‘American Werewolf in Paris’. The only thing with that movie though is that it depicts a Lycan warrior and very badly, I might add.
The pack here kept to themselves in Fôret de Brocéliande. In English that meant Forest of Brocéliande. They called the pack here Brocéliande la pack (
