LIAM
True to our fashion, we stroll in one of the mafia sky scrapper, not being stopped by the bodyguards spread all out the building.
The rules are simple. You do your businesses quietly, pay your respects and I allow you to live.
Sure, the humans are not to be underestimated. But so am I. The city was once divided into two parts where humans ruled one part and the werewolves had the other part.
But it changed when my grandfather joined the two, taking into account an agreement. Protect humans from the other predators, and the two species will live in harmony, without trying to overthrow each other.
The man swivels in his chair, already expecting us.
"Gentlemen, what brings you by in my humble abode?" Michael, one of the men I have agreed with stands up to greet us.
"Hello Michael," I sit on one of the chairs as Travis looks around.
"I heard. I am sorry," Michael smirks as he sits back in his chair.