Dan quite literally tumbled out of the Jeep, eager to put his feet on the ground again. He nodded in reply to Micky's greeting. Nika's concern was shared by him. The town wasn't safe for them. He was sure that Micky could handle himself against the common street thug, but there were those who knew how to hurt them. Armed military with a vendetta against werewolves. He had run-ins with the black-clad troops before, and still had the marks from the first time they found him. It had been near a year since then, and Dan had heard no sign of them since. It made him uneasy that nothing had ever been reported on that night. No news on the sound of wolf howl terminated by the sharp report of gunshots. No news on the unmarked black helicopters that landed in the forest that night. Whoever his father was hunting him with had friends in high places.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't go alone," Dan replied to Micky's request.