Weeks later, we had a plan. Not one supported by fate or a roll of Aimes's dice, but a real, solid plan with actual maps, Excel spreadsheets, charts, statistics, schedules, and weapons. Lots and lots of weapons.

While the plan came together, I practiced summoning my wolf, and Aimes and I did what we did best. We loved each other, and we fucked. Lots and lots of fucking.

Wild. Animalistic. I couldn't get enough of the man.

During our last supply run to Alakazam ...