Lucas parked his car in the parking lot of the Tallow business building. Dressed in the suit he had worn not too long ago for his date night, he was an elegant figure that walked in that morning. He ignored the glares he was getting from his former pack-mates, acting every inch the leader’s son…as was his right. Besides, he had called ahead from one of the few pay phones left and arranged a meeting with his sire anyways.
He stopped in front of Tallow’s office door, glancing at his watch. Good, he was ten minutes early; prompt without appearing to be desperate. He went over in his head again what he was going to say, reminding himself that he WAS a leader by birth. If nothing else, his sire wasn’t going to be able to intimidate him with his rank. That just wouldn’t be possible, unlike his dear Vincent. He quickly closed his mind to any thoughts of his mates, not wanting to be distracted.