After following the Vampire’s directions, that had led them into a desolate area devoid of settlements, they finally pulled up in front of a large house just as night was closing in.
Up close it looked like a pack house but the cold exterior and lack of guards left the werewolves uncomfortable.
As their vehicles slowed to a stop a tall man in black slacks and an emerald green waistcoat stepped out of the front door, his white blond hair was cut close to his head and his angular jawline gave him a look of authority.
Eyeing the werewolves as they stepped out of the vehicles he boomed, ‘I don’t remember ordering food to be delivered.’
Leo bristled but before he could lunge at the cocky Vampire, Viktor opened his door and slowly emerged.
Eyes widening, the vampire dropped to one knee imme
