84) Pack Nerezza

Mj glanced down at the GPS to double-check the location as she pulled the large, sleek black truck onto a muddy, barren drive. Mj reached over to shake Azreal in the passenger seat as she drove through the dying remains of what looked to have once been a lush wilderness coated with trees, much the way Quicksilver was. Azreal rubbed his eyes and then let his mouth fall open as he too glanced around. “this place is dying,” he whispered and then looked at the sleeping trio in the back. Mj continued to pull through the drive up and Azreal pointed, “up ahead you are gonna drive by some little cottage style houses they were built by-,” Azreal’s voice died in his throat as they turned a corner and a row of boarded up, falling down bare homes were lined up on both sides of the road. As the truck made its way deeper into Nerezza pack territory, Mj slowed down considerably. “Azz, I see-,” she began and Azreal cut her off by humming in agreement, “I see them assassin, they look terrified,” he co