Back at the werewolf clan Sam had just returned successful, happy he had made it he rush in the clan, immediately that happiness died down, the air around the clan is sober, he didn't need the witcher race to tell him something bad had befalling their clan, with burden heart he hasten his step, arriving at the chief residence, the forebearing increased the closer he get, soon he met peter outside, with other lycan high ups. Noticing Sam arrival he tries to put a calm air.
"You don't have to hide it from me master, I know something bad had happened while I was away, you can tell me, I can handle it"
"I know you can handle anything Sam but this one is best you don't know, and I order also not to go asking around either"
Hearing peter heavy voice and the alpha authority he utilized to give that order he knew he was dead serious, letting it go he gave the thing he was sent to get to peter before turning to leave but was stop by Peter.
