Meanwhile, back in the Devil's Triangle, chaos was unfolding.

Ever since Micah had disappeared, it had been raining nonstop. The lightning had struck down two houses and almost killed their owners.

The chief had tried to tell himself everything was going to be fine and that the village would be fine, but he knew very well that this was a lie.

His son, the future chief, was gone.

Who was going to return to fulfill the legacy?

No wonder the ocean was angry. No one was allowed to leave, and this accident had angered the ocean.

All the werewolves of the village gathered in the town square underneath the pavilion that shaded them from the storm outside. The chief stood at the very front where everyone could see him and began speaking.

"As you all know, my son is missing. The ocean has taken him away. But over the past few days, I have come up with a solution. We will go past the border to bring him back."

He barked, his tail twitching furiously. His voice echoed across the entire gathering. Everyone went still, and all side conversations hushed to pay attention.

Micah's mother sat on a chair woven from the bark of a palm tree, holding her youngest son, Nico, who was breaking down in her arms.

Along with his father, Nico had taken the loss very badly and had been crying for the past few days. The chief tried to hide how much it affected him, but Micah's mother could see the grief written on every inch of his face.

She had tried to soothe the boy, but nothing was working as his chest continued to heave with sobs. Sometimes it would temporarily slip his mind, but then he'd see something and start crying all over again.

"Sweetheart, everything will be okay, I promise," she whispered, brushing through his hair.

"Mom, what if it isn't going to be okay?" Nico murmured, muffled against his mother's shoulder.

His mother tensed up, but she said nothing and continued kissing her son's hair.

Nico, on the other hand, sat up in her lap, his hazel eyes shiny with tears as he whispered,

"What if evil humans kill him?"

"No," she spoke firmly, even as her voice wavered, "your brother knows better than to mingle with humans."

That is, if he's alive.

She didn't say that though.

She had to have faith.

The pack, on the other hand, weren't that thrilled about the idea proposed. 

One wolf had the audacity to rise and ask a question.

"But Chief... no one but your son has crossed the border. From what we know... what if your son is already dead?"

The chief's eyes blazed with fury and his face twisted with outrage.

"You dare to speak such words? My son is alive and well. And we will march to save him."

A tense silence fell across the room.

Even Nico stopped sobbing.

"If it were me who had been lost," he growled, "would you hesitate to search for me?"

The entire pack lowered their heads, and the werewolf stammered out an answer.

"N-no, C-Chief."

The chief's mood lightened instantly.

"Then it's settled. Join me like warriors or stay behind and die like cowards. We are fishermen, yes—but we are also leaders. We will cross the ruthless sea and find my son. For he shall be the next leader of Bermuda!"

Everyone cheered in unison, and Nico and his mother smiled for the first time in days.

"Nico, baby, they're going to find your brother. Isn't that wonderful?"

Nico's eyes sparkled with excitement.

A real mission.

Wow!

What if—just maybe—he could sneak aboard?

"Cartographer! Bring the map!" the chief called, his fur bristling from the wind.

The werewolf with small glasses perched on his nose arrived within minutes with a large scroll.

He set it down on a table, and the pack of werewolves surrounded him as he rolled it open.

"This is a map of the world. According to the direction of the water on the night of the storm, your son would be headed..."

The wolf traced a finger across the map as the chief observed him quietly.

"There."

His finger landed on New York.

"That's where we're headed then. Let us gather supplies!"

The wolves cheered all around them. The chief then declared, his voice thunderous,

"Tomorrow, we set sail!"