Cedric POV
I don't belong here. That's what's running through my mind at the moment. Even Savannah said that this was ridiculous. She was right.
Pubs and I don't mix. I've stopped coming to places like these decades ago. It's just a place for people to drink and hook up, there's no pretenses. No expectations. It's not my scene. Anymore, that is.
My beta told me to have fun. She knew why I came here in the first place.
Hendrix invited me here. I couldn't exactly say no. Any way I can see her, I'll take it.
She's the only reason I'm still in the state in the first place. The rogue search isn't exactly going well, there's no sign of them anywhere. No trace of Rick, or the Red Alpha. Truth be told, I don't think they're here. I never did. Part of me doubts they even came through here.
Savannah's the one who has been in constant contact with The Guard, informing them of our unsuccessful mission thus far.