Shaun's POV.
It wasn't hard finding Manfrid in the city. The first shady looking guy I asked, told me exactly where the Lycan King would be.
The bar he told me about, looks dodgey at best. It's a small and cramped room with a cloud of siggarette smoke hanging against the ceiling. The lighting is dim and casts a redish hue over the entire room. The place smells like stale beer and sweat. Classic Rock n Roll is playing on a Jukebox somewhere in the backround.
'The Happy Hound.'
How f*****g ironic.
Everybody in the place looks like a character from a low budget action movie. Bad hair cuts, beards, tattoos and leather. I defenitely look out of place here.
I find Manfrid sitting in a corner booth at the back of the room. He's with his two goons and there are three young, blonde girls, dre
