The she-wolves beside him stared at me, clearly not pleased to see me there. The man, Lucian, smoked his cigar and slowly blew out the smoke.
"What is your name, darling?" he asked. Even though my wolf was ready to emerge, I tried my best to hide my frustration.
"Serena," I replied.
"What a nice name for a nice she-wolf," he said, and I hated the way he said it.
"Sit down, Serena," he instructed, motioning to the long sofa opposite him. I moved carefully, mindful of the two Gamma wolves still in the room behind me.
As soon as I sat down, he turned his attention to the two wolves behind me.
"You may leave," he said, and I listened to their footsteps as they exited the room. He then turned back to me.
"So, Serena darling, why did you come to me? Are you looking for work?" He grinne
