The robbery plan in Bloom Pack was just a diversion. But a crucial one, nonetheless.
For years, The Witch had targeted the Greens and the Blacks, yet no one had ever linked it to me. No one could be allowed to discover our true objective. Everything was masked behind the image of an ordinary criminal organization, one that didn't target any specific faction.
"Let Luke—"
Before I could give further instructions, my body tensed as I felt Richard's presence approaching.
Eson looked confused at my reaction. Though he could detect other werewolves' presences, his detection range wasn't as wide as mine.
Within seconds, Richard appeared. His face was flushed from alcohol. It was impressive he could still move at that speed without crashing into anything while half-drunk.
"We've only been apart for a few minutes, and you're already cheating with another man?" Richard shot Eson an unhappy look.
I immediately stepped between them before this drunk man decided to attack.
