Nolan was already waiting for us when Franklin and I arrived at our rendezvous point. He was dressed in a dark suit and leaning back against a ridiculously expensive sports car. Almost every high ranking pack werewolf I had ever met acted like some kind of movie star and this Nolan character was no exception. He probably had more money sitting in his checking account than my family would see in our whole lives. Just thinking about it made me feel sick.
“Is that what you are wearing tonight?” Nolan asked as we approached him.
Looking down at what I was wearing I couldn’t see anything wrong with it. I was only wearing a dark t-shirt and smart jeans, but it wasn’t as though I was trying to impress anyone. This was going to be a business arrangement, it wasn’t a date, why would he be intere
