Hypocrites...

Alaric

This was going to be yet another boring meeting where the ‘righteous wolves’ would try to look down upon him and his crew. Alaric knew that much. Living as rouges did come with its own shindigs,let alone being the hated Lycan that he was, and one of them was the constant belittling from wolves in packs, homes, communities, whatever they called them. It wasn't like the rogues under him lived in desolate states. Still, he had a business to run and a crew to feed.

The meeting with Darrian was long overdue, Alaric thought as his right-hand man, his brother in arms and claws, parked the car in the basement parking lot of his casino. No one in town knew it belonged to him, they all assumed it belonged to one of the rich wolf bastards, it's not like they cared anyway. To them, they just had a place to be unruly and defiant. Hypocrites. That’s what they were, looking down on him and his crew because they