FODEN'S POV
Damon pulled the car to a stop when the trail became too thin to drive any further. He squinted into the darkness of ancient trees, focusing on the sharp, claw shaped Darkmine mountain jutting out from it.
"Right on the boundary between the two territories." Damon mused, before considering the silent werewolf in the passenger seat. "Are you sure about this?"
Foden didn't mince words. "Yes."
Damon continued genially. "That's enemy grounds, Foden. On this side of the border you can predict your chances. On the other side anything can happen because then you'll be the one trespassing. You could do with a partner."
Foden remained stoic, annoyingly so. But Damon, already familiar with his closest friend's predispositions, thought nothing of it.
"I can manage on my own. It's a lot easier for one man to sneak in and out." He spared Damon a glance. "She doesn't appreciate unwanted guests."
Damon's eyes sparked in amusement. "And are you a wanted guest?"
