"I told you I wanted to talk to you, and you had to pick this place," The man, who looked like he was in his mid-fifties, spoke, looking round the room before his gaze fell to the guy across from him.
"Focus on what you came for rather than the environment." He replied, meeting his gaze before looking back at his phone.
The man sighed. "Aren't you tired, Mark? You abandoned your family and packed for so many years. The pack needs a strong lycan, and I'm getting old for that."
He heaved a deep sigh. "We get it. You've proved a point."
"Proved a point?" Mark asked, meeting his gaze. "You think I'm proving something with this?" He asked but didn't get a reply.
"You still don't get it." He sighed, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "I'm not interested in the pack or anything that
