Chapter 50

Teddy and the other man were waiting outside for the boss when he arrived. Under the midnight sky, he stepped out of the car and walked briskly toward them.

“How many of them?”

“Two, sir.”

“And you haven’t harmed them?” The man asked. His voice carried a warning that made the men frown.

“No, sir.”

“Good. Keep them here until you get a call.” He went off a little distance and brought a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. As he puffed on it Teddy exchanged a quizzical glance with his partner before making his way to his boss. The man’s tall, lean figure towered over him.

“Sir, are we not killing them? They are wolves. Ptakallis.”

“What were my orders Teddy?” the man calmly asked.

“To keep them here…”

“Until you get a call. Separating them from Dark Storm’s heir was the deal.” He puffed his cigarette again. “Have you fed them?”

Teddy shook his head. “We are hunters, sir, they are wolves. Our job is to…”

“Don’t teach me my job, Ted. Several generations of hunting r