Frankie's P.O.V.
"We should get this show on the road, Frank before mom and dad send out some warriors to come and track us down and bring us home"
"I highly doubt that will happen, Nik"
I say as I take off my t-shirt.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because our best tracker is Xavier and they're not exactly gonna let their sixteen-year-old, still in training baby boy of his reins so that he can come and look for us, especially this late at night, are they?"
"Hmm, I guess so"
Nik says as he puts his phone back in his pocket while I was putting on my boxing robe which has been personalised just like my gloves.
It's a black silk robe with a thick silver lining around the hem and on the back of it there's an angry growling wolf, my wolf to be exact and on the top of it, it's got my ring name
