Chapter 12

• "Why Ruslana, I didn't think I'd see the day where I didn't have to blackmail someone into receiving an invitation into the Konstantin household!" A cheery voice exclaimed as he stepped into my office, my brothers trailing behind him with cheesy grins.
• "Ulysses," I stated dryly, looking away from Kanjax. "A pleasure, as always." I said, the sarcasm evident.
• A man stood before my brothers, someone I've known for far too long. He stood at about five foot six, far shorter than any werewolf he accompanied, donning a white dress shirt and tan slacks. In his mid-twenties he acted rather childish for his age, but I wasn't acquainted with him for his personality. His occupation was more of my concern.