The deserted hotel in south central was scarcely fit for nobility.
The roof dripped, the windows were damaged, and there was a lingering stink of human excrement that would turn even the most hardened werewolf's stomach.
On the plus side, the mutant rodents had vanished just days after their arrival, and the few people who were desperate enough to seek refuge amid the ruins were quickly scared away by the "feral animals" roaming the tiny corridors.
They were certain of their privacy, if not their pleasure.
Alpha Edward had taken the largest of the rooms and had put the hefty desk near the window that viewed the nasty street below. The cold air leaking through the fractured glass didn't affect him much, and he was a wolf who kept a tight eye on his rear. Nobody was going to be able to s
