We left under the cover of darkness.
Nino was still much too drunk and lost in his own thoughts to think about helping us and we weren’t going to risk taking Fiona, so it was just me and Savio, with Hansel trailing behind us as our only backup.
Our eventual decision to see the rebel leader wasn’t one that was easy to make. Fiona had said a few true things when she angrily stomped out of the meeting room yesterday, one of them was the fact that our refusal to meet with the leader had a lot to do with our own pride. It seems desperately foolish that our biggest concern when our pack was literally crumbling under our fingers was our own pride.
We wanted to resist lowering it to meet this male, but Fiona’s words haunted us for literally half the day, and after several arguments, several mee
