Quinton
“What the f**k do you mean he’s still alive, Brady?” I yell into the phone. Brady had one job. Eliminate Warren. He swore he had it under control, but now, rather than Warren getting killed, Brady has put his pack out of commission.
“Look, I had the doctor! He was destroying the pack from the inside. But Warren found his mate and she’s supposedly some doctor. I’m telling you, Quinton, we attacked him two days in a row. I don’t know what the f**k that lady doctor is doing, but his pack was stronger the second day than they were the first. They should have at least been as weak as we were, but they weren’t. It was uncanny.”
I sit back, thinking. Brady is a good fighter, and he loves his booby traps, but he’s not that smart. That’s why I’m the strategist.
“His mate, you say?” I as
