Nathan
When I finally stepped into the parlor of Dan’s mansion, I was immediately met with a glass of whiskey being shoved into my hand. I managed a wry smile, taking the glass from Dan even though I knew I wasn’t going to drink it.
“Youngling,” Dan said, gesturing to the two plush armchairs by the crackling fireplace. “Sit. We have much to discuss.”
I nodded, albeit reluctantly, and followed Dan to the sitting area. We settled into the armchairs and sat in silence for a few moments. Outside, the sky had long since gone dark; it was well after dinnertime, and I had only just arrived back at Dan’s mansion for the evening.
“Working late tonight, eh?” Dan asked.
“Yes,” I said, which actually wasn’t a lie. Despite everything else going on my pack still needed me for daily m
