Chapter Twenty

"We can't afford slip-ups like this I'm afraid," he said casually.

The other werewolves in the room shifted uncomfortably, not daring to make eye contact with him. They knew what was coming next.

Within the next millisecond, he had decapitated Grant's head off his body and blood was still spraying around the table where his body still sat for a few seconds before collapsing off his chair.

The rest of the pack remained silent, knowing better than to question their leader's judgement.

Walking casually to the waste basket, he dropped the head into it and gave himself a reassuring smile. Useless people or things belonged in the trash.

"What do we do now?" another lieutenant asks as he walks back to his seat, his hands still dripping in blood. He sat down casually and leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. "We tighten security. We double-check everything. We can't afford any more slip-ups like this."

The conversation continues as if there isn't a dead body in the room, each l