Walking into the empty nightclub, The Den, Dylan whistled as he walked in with his hands in his pockets. Reaching the center of the club, where a group of werewolves was standing around like a bunch of angsty goth kids, he raised his hands in greeting.
“What’s up, fellas?”
Valor, who was counting the profits from his new nightclub at the table across the room, only raised a brow. “Where’s the girl?”
“Eh, I’ll get her soon enough. I found her, but she’s being protected by a bunch of damn Lycans.”
“What Lycan’s?” he asked, suddenly paying attention as he lit up a cigarette.
“The brothers at Fight Core. I knew them back in my MMA days. They’re a bunch of losers if you ask me. They won’t be a problem.”
“Well, they’re famous fighters and you’re here stinking up my club with sweat and d
