Grace
How dare that slimy son of a b***h call me now?
I tossed my phone across the room, snarling. "Fenris and the patent that he's somehow got stalled is what!"
Charles smiled. "I'm not worried about the patent going through, especially now that Blood Moon has had to turn tail and run. What else?"
I huffed. "Why does it matter?"
"You said you wouldn't run," Charles said. "Yet you're so deadset on this not working out. I'm trying to figure out why."
I pursed my lips. "There's no way the pack could reach a multi-billion dollar GDP in eleven months. We were barely hitting a couple hundred thousand before."
Charles tilted his head. "Without Wolfe Medical?"
"Yes."
Charles frowned. "Why is Wolfe Medical excluded?"
"It's the business of the alpha's family. It's not subject to taxes
