50

-Dash-

"This is taking longer than I wanted." I groaned frustrated.

"Clearly you need help." Angelo stated.

We had met at a dinner on the outskates of a town occupied mostly by humans, here no one could see us but even if they did no one would be able to recognize us.

"How's the pack?" I changed the topic because even though I knew having them around would make things easier for me, I needed them back in the pack, I trusted them and knew they would keep things in order.

"Messy, everything is a fucking mess." He sighed gulping his beer.

"What's that supposed to mean, what are you doing?" My eyes are wide as I stare at the man. "You're supposed to be keeping everything in place."

"I'm doing the best I can, we all are but that dipshit just won't rest till he ruins everything we have worked so hard to build."

"Fuck." I gritted out pinching the bridge of my nose. That was not what I needed to hear at this point.