‘‘Y-Yeah, don’t worry guys, we’re close now... I think’’ replied the dark-skinned, red-head man as he looked down at him, pulling his long hair into a ponytail.

Tom frowned unsurely, ‘‘b-but how do we know that Warlock won’t be waiting for us somewhere? She could be leading us to her camp or something’’

‘‘No! We should go the other way!’’ Tom then protested, cutting Dean off, ‘‘don’t you see? She wants us to go that way so she can kill us! She had no reason to save us, Warlocks are the enemy!’’