I stood outside the borders of Puerto Vallarta. It was eleven pm and the sky was dark. Abeloth and I would fly over his house and recon the perimeter. It wasn’t hard to find his house, everybody knew him and I had tracked one of his pack members to the outside fence.
Abeloth separated from me and stretched his wings open to their full glory. He blended in with the darkness around us and I had worn dark clothing and rubbed some of the dark soil on my face and hands.
“I love the smell of victory,” Abeloth said.
“We’re going in blind Abeloth,” I said as he lifted me onto his back.
“We’re ferocious, unstoppable and blood will be spilled,” he deepened his voice.
“Why are you deepening your voice?”
“I’m not an id1ot,” he said in his normal voice.
He flapped his wings and took off into the
