Chapter 18
- Walking into the empty nightclub, The Den, Dylan whistled as he walked in with his hands in his pockets. Reaching the center of the club, where a group of werewolves was standing around like a bunch of angsty goth kids, he raised his hands in greeting.
- “What’s up, fellas?”
- Valor, who was counting the profits from his new nightclub at the table across the room, only raised a brow. “Where’s the girl?”