I walked into the Hotel De Gracia with a grace that befits a prime alpha. Five of my pack's men walked behind me. Like me, they all wore a Stern look on their faces much to the intimidation of other werewolves in the hotel. They earned that right actually for we all knew what was coming next. Me.
Amelia's plan to kill Radcliff had gone sideways but it was still good enough to give me considerable power as the temporary head of the table. Her plan was to put a drop of silver tears, a highly dangerous and rare poison for werewolves into Radcliff's drink. A member of his pack would never agree to do something like that and most of his workers were members of his pack. His food was highly protected. Amelia sent a member from my pack to apply for a job of an accountant. As expected, the applic
