The Alpha of the Bloodfang pack is rushing towards the front door of the large packhouse. There is a demon outside and he’s been banging on the front door for a solid minute. The doorman doesn’t have the authority to allow him to enter, only the Alpha does. This can’t be good. A demon hasn’t been around here in years.
Alpha Roman pulls the heavy oak door open to see Grant Roberts standing in front of him. Everyone in the city knows who he is, werewolf, demon, or vampire alike. He is the most powerful CEO the city has ever known. As soon as the door opens, Roman can feel the heatwave coming from Grant.
“Mr. Roberts, what brings you to my home at this hour? Is there an emergency?” He asks, hiding any sign of being nervous just like a good alpha would. “Word has travelled of the impending
