After putting all the clues together, the gang finally agreed that Henry might be a Lycan, but it wasn't fully proven. They needed stronger evidence to confirm their theory. They sat in a tight huddle, their lungs expanding with quick, nervous breaths as they realized the sheer gravity of what they were dealing with. If they were wrong, they were just chasing a very strange, very strong guy. But if they were right, they were sitting on a gold mine of supernatural protection.
So they decided to put that aside and focus on their next move. They couldn't spend the whole day debating a myth when they had a legally binding contract breathing down their necks.
Malo was back in the lead as the girls sat down to listen to his next target. He cracked his knuckles, trying to shake off the lingering fear of getting punched, and stepped back toward the center of the rubber mat.
