ROWAN
If pacing up and down aimlessly could solve problems, I f*****g swear, I would be a problem free fellow by now because what the actual f**k? We’re supposed to have been left for the Lycan’s pack hours ago, yet here I am, twiddling my thumbs and growing increasingly frustrated by the minute.
I glance again at the clock for what feels like the hundredth time already, and its goddamn hands just keep ticking away agonizingly slow. Four f*****g hours. That’s how long I’ve been waiting, and still, there’s no sign of their arrival.
I’ve called the old man multiple times, but he has refused to pick up. Typical. I’m the least surprised. I know he is doing nothing other than lazy around, cracking old jokes that nobody but himself finds hilarious. He derives pleasure in making me frustrat
