Tobias Wraith
I have officially concluded that I am not father material. Aleera has been asleep for two days and is showing no signs of waking anytime soon. Her phoenixes are driving everyone insane. They’re chirpy little fuckers that are always hungry. Plus, we have to syringe feed the balls of fleshy mush.
Once again, I awake in the middle of the night, or was it day? It has been two days, and I am already losing track of time. f**k doing this for months on end, years even! At least Ryze knows not to s**t on the damn floor or your shoulder when you’re holding him. These bastards have no manners. They have been devouring more worms than we can dig up. We have resorted to hand feeding them mushed-up bran flakes with a syringe.
“I need sleep,” Lycus growls, rolling into me. Placing his
