Chapter 106: How To 'Priest'

PRIEST

Priest cracks his back as he wakes up from his living room couch. He didn't make it to the bed this time around. He had had one to many jars of sweet alcohol, something he shouldn't be doing, knowing his reputation around the pack. But a man's got to do what he has got to do, especially with the responsibility of raising a grand son and helping countless wolves on a daily basis.

His life is too not basic to avoid alcohol. It's the fastest way to survive, according to a few researchers who made this comment while under the influence.

I don't overdo it before I get the spirit angry like that last, and then I'd be left on my own and with my half-baked wits to council Tyson wolves. What a horror. I'm glad they returned it back the last time I met them while performing the art.

I hate it when I don't have the help of the spirits. It makes the work ten times worse and harder. I don't even get holidays. The boy runs off to get breakfast from the market. I'm waiting at home on a ro