“What is the order of precedence?” Richard leaned forward, eyes narrowed.
“Armand and Sean, Rémy and me, Marc and Colin, Gabriel and Kane, Alexei and Donal, Etienne and Julio, Julien and you, then Henri and his Mate when he finds one.”
“Is everyone who works at Garou a werewolf?” Richard raised an eyebrow.
“Gods no.” Ian shuddered. “That’s the other rule, tell no one of the existence of the loup garou. Not everyone would believe that they are a force for good. It would be the Inquisition all over again.”
“Another thing, werewolves are very jealous. Do not flirt or cause Julien to think you’re flirting. You may greet us with kisses but the other Alphas, handshakes only. You don’t want to be the cause of challenges.” Colin took a sip of his tea.
“Challenges? You said little about challenges. Only about an Alpha named La Farge.” Richard glared at Julio.