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Ghost took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke circles, watching it dissipate into thin air. His eyes stared off into the distance.

“We are here, boss,” someone announced, pulling him out of his musings.

He peered through the car window at the tall old building in the distance. “The werewolves live here?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Pedro responded. He was one of Sergio’s men. “This is the mountain ridge pack territory, and that is the pack house.”

It wasn’t all that bad, but it was definitely a far cry from his mansion in Italy. The thought that there was a chance that he lived in a house like this was unnerving. He got out of the car, and the men followed closely behind him, brandishing guns.

He knocked on the door and waited. Not long after, a burly man stood at the doorway, dressed in jeans and a large robe over his shoulders.

He sized him up and down. Something about him struck him. It was like he had met him before, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “Are you the Alpha of