OLD RAG

CHARLES FOX.

“Why are you here?” I hissed, my eyes narrowing as I glared at him.

Old Rag flashed a crooked smile as he strolled further into my house. “At least offer me a chair. Don’t tell me you have lost all the manners I taught you, huh?” he said, casually sinking into my couch.

My blood simmered with rage, especially since he dared to break the underworld’s most sacred rule. Our private lives were meant to remain untouched by our shadowy dealings. As the Alpha of my pack, any hint of scandal could shatter my reputation, and my people might start whispering about finding a new leader.

“Did you come for a fight?” I growled. “Because if you did, I am not afraid to take down every one of your men.”

Old Rag tugged at his shirt, leaning back comfortably, his legs crossing as if he owned the plac……