Kapitel 89: 88. Wrong choice

When he left the office where he had locked himself, Elias was alone in the house. He found neither his wife, nor his daughter, nor the werewolves and even less the outsider. The chef banged open the kitchen door, which was also empty.

The huge pot of soup had been emptied and meticulously washed, along with the bowls and cutlery.

The man ran out of the house hoping to catch up with them. They couldn't have been gone for long. He was lost in his thoughts when he had locked himself in his office to think, but he should have time to catch up with them if he hurried.

Elias strode through the alleys of the village, looking for unusual faces. Unfortunately, every face he saw belonged to a member of the tribe. Residents were going about their usual business.

Their smiles and chatter created a hubbub that fueled the dull anger that swelled inside Elias. When the man reached the entrance of the village, he looked at the path that led to the forest.