Angel
Even though he's underage, I would know, right?
When the helicopter flies over the pack lands, and I see everything in the pack, I get worried. Nothing there had looked like my uncle's pack.
- Angel, for the love of the Moon Goddess. This pack lives in the Middle Ages. How are you going to survive here? No stores, malls, coffee shops, bars and clubs. You'll die of boredom.
I had to laugh, but it was true. I was thinking exactly the same. Would I get used to rural life, coming from a pack that fully lives in the 21st century?