Akir

Reec pov

I am sick to the depths of hell with Cicero going on and on about his precious Leonor . The mutt is nothing special , her and the little princess . I know he suspects me of helping them escape , he dont seem to believe me . If i am honest i truly don't care , my brother hasn't stopped reminding me i now owe him for getting rid of them for me while i was with his lordship so he couldn't blame me .

We are now stationed to the east of the pack , this living like pescents isn't really for me but I am trying to get him to see I am by his side no matter what . The squabbling between the mutts and the undead blood suckers is going to come to a head soon .

The smell of rotten , putrid rogues is giving me a headache . Not to mention the smell of death coming from the vamps . No one knows about his secret weapons , the teens are pumped and completely under his command . This time tomorrow we should be marching for the royal pack , the witches will meet us just outside the pack to he