Carlo Kennedy looked over his shoulders to see his son, Liam trotting behind him, a furious look on his face. He could barely make out his face clearly from the faint light of the moon. Their shadows were long forms on the ground that moved everywhere they went.
Every now and then, he looked behind to make sure that his son was still walking with him. He could still remember the first time he had tried to convince Liam to go with him to see a psychic that would help them check whether his dreams were going to come true or not. Liam had argued strongly against the idea.
"Do you realize how this makes us look, Dad?" He'd asked. "It makes us look like damn peasants. Who consults an oracle these days?"
"No one is ever going to find out about this, Liam," Carlo Kennedy had said. "We're werewolves. We've always kept a lot of secrets over the ages and none has ever gone out. This will not be the first secret to leak."
