THE LYCAN INVASION - 2

“The right way?” Ghost stared at Descartes. “What do you know about the right way to fight a war?”

“I might not be a Lycan,” Descartes shrugged. “Or a werewolf or witch or vampire, but I believe I know a few things about the system. I have been around here long enough to know how things work.”

Ghost sat down back and reclined in his chair. “And tell me what you know about how things work, Descartes. I’m listening.”

Descartes brought out a rumpled piece of paper from his back pocket, unfolded it and set it on the table before them with a loud thud. Ghost frowned and stared at the piece of paper before them. It was a map.

“And what is this?” Ghost frowned. “How does this help you prove your point?”

“In many ways,” Descartes said. “This is a map of the Old World. Up here js the North where we are. That cove over there is the dwelling of Ferran and his Ice wolves. To the right is the Mountain Ghost pack, up in the Mountains. Have you ever bothered to wonder why it is called the Mountain G