REINER
I looked, stunned, at the check a grinning Becky had just placed on my desk.
A check for 300 million dollars.
I stayed silent for a few moments, looking between her and that check that would save our pack – trying to understand where that came from.
I’d finally admitted the pack’s economic troubles to her just two nights before – something that, as Alpha and head of the family, had been one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my entire life … and there she was, after two days of acting all mysterious, with almost half a billion dollars in her hands?
Something didn’t add up.
“I … I’m sorry, but how … Becks, where did you find this kind of money?”
She didn’t take out a loan, right? Because, with the pack’s current economic situation, we sure as hell couldn’t afford one
