Rex
I stood in the Boss’s office. The room was cold, smelling of stale cigar smoke and old power. I had come to represent both River and Rain.
After much deliberation, River and I had come to a conclusion that it was better that I be the one to come. Especially since I was the one who had to deliver those Dark-hearts documents to the Boss. And more because if he didn’t see both River and Rain, it would be a better excuse than simply telling him that Rain was absent.
Sometimes, I just knew that this man thinks with his butthole. Because the way he requests our attention, it’s like he has already programmed our lives and routine inside of the pack. If we hadn’t been vigilant and acted with our heads and not our hearts, we would have created huge suspicions on ourselves.
Boss sat behind h
