GREY'S POV
I set off on foot at a brisk pace from the take off point that Curtis had mapped out. He was in charge of patrols for this week and had told the others that there were werewolf hunters in the vicinity. I doubted that very much. Curtis, knowing that I had night patrol this week had looked at me with an almost gloating expression that he quickly masked, when he had been passing across the information. This was no doubt a ploy of his to keep me busy and out of my bed all night. I had given no indication that his information had annoyed me though. That would have given him a lot of satisfaction.
Just for forms sake, I made brief stops at the spots Curtis had indicated, and then finally done for the night, I let my feet take me down the familiar path up and down lanes and stree
