265. Athena
The room pulsed with tension. The air was thick, charged with an unspoken battle of wills.
"I know they will. I know there are some who won't believe that you were sent to bring peace among us and the werewolves, and those are the few that need to die." The man’s voice was a blade, cutting through the space, his fists clenched at his sides like a predator waiting to strike.
He must enjoy the feel of blood on his hands. After all, he was a mafia. But then again, bloodshed was necessary for peace to prevail.
What a twisted irony, both father and sons were mafia to the core. It's like it ran in the blood.
"We will do it. We will bring the creatures together!" I declared, my voice ringing with conviction.
"Are you sure?" My mate’s voice was a gentle contrast to the storm brew
