The day had not yet risen, but the sky was clear. A remnant of the sleepless nights of summer. They walked up the beach, the professor trying to remember the microscopic map he had obtained on his phone. Beyond the small cliff, riddled with passages, stretched a vast moor scarcely dotted with groves of shrubs. Instinctively, Kantagan advanced hoping not to come across a nocturnal walker, a dog or any other animal. Not that he feared for himself, but mostly because he didn't want to be noticed. A man and a werewolf on a walk, it's always surprising when you're not warned.

They did not meet anyone and after ten...