Inside the dimly lit warehouse, Cassius crossed his arms tightly. “I still don’t like this idea. Trusting a werewolf? That’s insane.”
Alaric nodded, clearly uneasy. “I know. But Boss seems to have some crazy faith in it. I don’t know what he’s thinking... unless someone cast a charm on him.”
Leontus smirked. “Come on, we’re the only ones who know magic tricks.”
Cassius shifted. “Speaking of Boss, where the hell is he?”
As if on cue, a calm voice echoed from outside.
“Speak of the devil... and he shall appear.”
Xavier Black entered, exuding his usual quiet confidence. Mansa(the boss) followed behind him, silent, unreadable.
All three turned sharply, eyes narrowing at the pair.
Cassius stepped forward, voice sharp. “What were you thinking bringing him here boss? To our base? That’s
