At Corazon Bar.
It was already a few minutes past 5pm, Tristan and Draven weren't yet in the bar.
“I told you. I knew they were never going to come. Guess we have to do this all on our own.” Conan shuddered as he looked at the rest of them.
Erica sat down as she kept on looking outside the bar. She was still hoping they would show up but then, it was all going down the drain as the minutes kept passing by.
“We just have to be a little more patient, guys. At least, the cop might show up!!” Lucien mumbled as he looked at the rest of them.
“Might? Did you hear yourself, Lucien? You are not fully convinced that the cop might even show up. And what next if he comes? He won’t be able to be of more help to us, he is just a normal werewolf, some good cop in the city.” Conan scoffed as he loo
