Manfrid's POV.
"What the hell are we doing back here, old man?"
We were standing in the middle of Joseph's kitchen. His was the only house that we didn't burn down when we paid his old pack a little visit. And now he's moved us all in here.
He smirked at me. "This is my home. Why wouldn't I be here? Besides, this is the last place on earth that Shaun and his muts would think of looking for us. That dump of a bar is burned as a hide-away. We can't go back there. You can bet your ass that they'll go looking for us there first. And, they will be looking for us."
He sounded extremely pleased with himself. It pissed me off. 'The Happy Hound' was no dump either. Sure, it wasn't the palace that his majesty was used to, but it was a roof over his smug head when he had nowhere else to go. I hav
