*Max POV*
"They have to be hidden by some kind of magic. I know we are in the right location. I can feel it," Butch yelled as he threw his beer bottle across the room. I just sat and listened, not offering any input to what he was saying. I knew if I did, they would see straight through me.
"We have searched everywhere for the entrance. Even if they were hidden by magic, there would still be a weak spot somewhere. However, we can't seem to find it. I don't know what you are expecting from us, man. I think we need to find a witch to help out," another one of the group stated.
Butch simply laughed in his face, and reminded him that hunters don't mess with anything or anyone that deals with the supernatural. He was as stubborn as they came, and very set in his ways.
When I approached hi
