ERIK
“I met Clayton one … one year before the war,” Clare murmured, clasping her hands. “I was eighteen at the time. My dad was the Alpha of a pack in California, and a big meeting was held between the most powerful packs of Oregon and California to create more business and commercial relations – I tagged along, and the night before the meetings started, I snuck out of our hotel room to go to a bar. Clayton was there … and he was extremely charming – not so much for the looks, but rather for his mind. He was clever, charismatic, intelligent, and intriguing … I couldn’t believe a man like him would ever talk to a girl like me, barely an adult. But he did, and … it happened. It was just a one-night-stand – I met Brad the following day during the meetings, as he too was there with his father
