[Patrick's P.O.V.]
When I arrived at the beach, I found that it was not the kind of coastline where people would spend their leisure time. It was more like a dock with the number of fishing boats parked there.
I walked along the beach and began to regret not asking that old man a few more questions. That would have made it easier for me to find who I was looking for. But I was also glad that I left in time. Who knew? The old man might also be a Werewolf of Chaos whose gray eyes could have lit my head on fire if I had lingered any longer?
Ever since I learned of Clyde's ability to light his head on fire and Luna breaking three of Clyde's ribs with a single look, I was starting to grow accustomed to the amazing abilities these rare werewolves possessed.
