Michael
"Well, if it ain't my favourite Alpha," the black-market data broker spoke in his cocky voice.
"Cut the s**t," I wasn't in the mood for games and pleasantries.
"Wow, cranky much? Isn't it like 3am wherever you are? Maybe you should go back to bed if you're gonna be snapping people's heads off," he feigned hurt.
A threatening growl vibrated from my chest and down the speaker, letting him know his banter was not welcome.
"Fine, serious and down to business. What is it you're after?" Despite his words, his voice still held a mocking attitude.
"I'm…looking for someone…well, a pack specifically," I tried to keep my breathing level and keep my mind made up.
"And?...That's it? Why the piss are you asking me for that?! Don't you have one of those flippy roller-deck things? Or a pho
