*Lupo*
"Bloody hell, I can't believe the line of people standing out there waiting for me to open the doors," Andrew says, staring out the window of my office at the Twin wolves.
Its inauguration tonight is the talk of Blackrock city, not only among the high packs but among the wealthy who bear no titles. Entry into the Twin wolves is by invitation only, each one hand-delivered to the elite, those who can afford membership. The Alphas. The newly rich. Railway kings. Manufacturing barons. Those who dare to reach for something better. Foreigners. And the she-wolves.
She-wolves are being allowed into what had once been the men’s inner sanctum. And that is causing quite the stir.
Leaning back in the chair behind my desk, I dare not browse the expectant crowd, because I know if I do, I will
