*Castor*
I had known she would come. It is the reason I have been standing at the curve of the stairs, halfway up them, so I have a good view of the door. Every other night since I had first opened, I have gloried in the abundance of people streaming in. The curious, the extras, the ones who caught no one's attention when moving about pack Society, or those who stand at the edge of it peering in. But here the she-wolves are not outshone by seventeen and eighteen year old girls who have recently curtsied before the Lycan Queen. Nor are the men outranked by Alphas and Betas.
They are equals. In search of a bit of fun. They are filling my coffers with the drinks they purchase, the food upon which they dine, the coins they pass over to my dealers. And the membership they pay for the privileg
