8

It was a Gulfstream G450 and Cathy was immediately impressed by it. It was fairly large with a capacity of 14 seats. Though it was night, her eyes didn’t miss the beauty of the matte black steel exterior, the painting job was well done.

Ted knew the direction of her thought as he stopped the car and came around to her side to open the door. He enjoyed the display of amazement in her huge brown eyes. She was impressed, he could see that in the way she couldn’t stop gawking.

He laughed. He wouldn’t begrudge her amusement. He had had the same reaction after the Black Hunter had been renovated. Black Hunter was one of his favorite toys and watching her jaw drop at the sight of it gives him so much pleasure.

Cathy couldn’t help herself. As a Ptakallis wolf, once condemned by the goddess to live and scavenge the woods for a living, she and the rest of their stray pack barely knew the comfort of luxury. That was, until Maggie, heiress to the Dark Storm empire had been reborn not far from the