Third Person (Gordon)
Gordon Sloane surveyed his empire, or what was left of it. Every material thing was there, but it had lost its young Alpha. Some money was also missing from both Gideon’s and Gage’s accounts.
The so-called empire was mostly white with accents of black. Shiny like a hospital. Almost sterile like one, too, except for the smell of blood. The damn, constant smell of blood from each feed and transmission. He didn’t really enjoy selling wolf blood, but only he knew his end game.
The blood had become a staple of the facility. It was bought and sold, spilled over the floor over some shitty conflict. Only those with a strong sense of smell could detect it under all the disinfectant. It tickled his nostrils and tempted his canines.
He had prided himself on his self-contr
