Carson
Madame Soublet assures me I’m a moron for even considering going after the fae in Candlewood again.
Naturally, I deem her impartiality suspect at best.
After all, she’s made it abundantly clear she’s still pissed at me for Cordelion’s failure to wipe out the wolf packs that attacked him.
Of course, I’m not surprised in the least.
Even with a coven of five thousand and some change, pitted against the weres measly fifteen hundred or so enormous raging wolves, that plan only had a fifty-fifty chance of being a marginal success. Mostly because Cordelion lacked vision and he was lazy.
Sure, he had numbers, but they were the dregs of all vampiredom, not the musclebound fighters like my coven’s recruits. I had little hope for that pitiful showdown beyond maybe a couple packs would lo
