Threats

Laurel was fighting against his hunger once more. He managed to hold on for two weeks after the full moon before falling back to his uncontrollable habit. He couldn't help but stare at Oswald when his stomach ached the most.

"We can have a talk with Baggio, he is a simple man but a complicated person, like Ward, remember?"

"I do, but won't it be of ant risk to let him know? There's Chloe as well in the torture tent now, she'll get suspicious if I start to pay her a visit more often that you."

Oswald crossed his hands, he thought about many possibilities before saying. "You did the exact same thing as me until now, even if they've been stepping forward to get closer, the Pack is hardly bonding with us. You could give the girl a try while I give the frogmen one. They may have already chosen a gang but they'll come handy one day, I'm certain. First, follow me, we'll pay a visit to the commander."

As per usual, in the evening, Ward was drinking some wine with Anderson.