“This is the foxes' clan…” came the voice of Alpha Geralt as we climbed down the jet. I looked around to see how developed it was. “Aside from the lycan clan, it's another clan that I could do business with smoothly, even though they are a bit cunny. The dragons are very tough to please, the griffins and faes do not want anyone coming to them,” he kept explaining to me, even though I was less interested in it.
Matters of the pack had nothing to do with me, so I never cared, unlike Susan, who had all her interest in things like that.
We walked forth to a flashy white car, and he opened the door for me. I was stunned because we had just gotten out of the jet, and I expected us to board a cab to wherever we were heading.
“This is my car. I have investments here, including the resort we are
