Angel
But I have to avenge my son, so who cares?
Since Angel doesn't know me, I don't have to be overly cautious. So I pulled the hood of my coat over my head and walked over to Angel, pretending to be another pack member, looking at the flowers.
- Can I sit next to you, young man?
- Of course - he answers me with a fake smile.
- My legs are not what they used to be. Before, I used to run the whole pack. Now, I get tired of just going to the garden. I use a cane to support myself now.