I sniffed a rail the size of a cigar without a wince before I hopped out the limo and stared at the stylish mansion in front of me better known as the Bloodmoon packhouse. Feeling the instantaneous effects of the cocaine, a feeling I always enjoyed, and one of the only reasons why I tolerated humans....
They made kick ass drugs, even though the effects only lasted about 30 minutes on me, one of the many curses about being immortal.
The packhouse was expansive, spanning over five stories and 120 acres of land, accomodating the large pack and their deceitful Alpha. The back of the packhouse lead onto it's own secluded beach, the smell of seasalt mixed with cocaine burning into my nose.
A tall werewolf with a shaved head who introduced himself as Aaron, the Beta of this pack, cleared h
