Liam's POV
"Have you gotten rid of the Elf as we discussed?" I asked Roger when he took a seat in my office.
"Sort of, " he answered, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
Roger's instructions were clear; kill and dispose of the Elf's body. What was so difficult about that?
"The Grey Claw Pack will be collecting him this afternoon..." he answered, smiling, and a cold shiver ran down my spine after hearing it.
What the f*ck was Roger planning?
Getting involved with the Grey Claw Pack was suicidal. They were worse than us...
"I am surprised that he is still alive. Why did you get the Grey Claw Pack involved?" I asked and sat back in my chair crossing my arms.
"Well, we don't want a war on our hands, and we have enough issues as it is... I wouldn't mind the Grey Claw Pack falling to dust
