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Dylan drove through the dirt track in a black Ford SUV with tinted glasses. It was a gift he received from Isabel three days ago for no reason in particular, and it came in handy, as he could go anywhere he pleased without having Xavi drive him there. His current destination was the pack’s border, and he was accompanied by Fernando who was giving him directions. It was a two hours drive according to the teenager. There were tall trees on either side of the road. Dylan gazed out the window, beyond the slim trees in front and into the forest. The environment was serenely beautiful and the smell of brisk breeze was addictive. As a clearing came into sight, Dylan wasted no time in turning off the engine. He was tired of driving and wanted to feel the earth beneath his feet again. He climbed out of the car, fiddling around the forest. There were dozens of werewolves patrolling the area. They took turns in keeping guard. Some of the werewolves were standing in their positions, talking to ea