30.

NATHANIEL'S POV

I TURNED around to see who it was and when our eyes came in contact with each other the hatred we both had for each other was glaring.

Guns and other weapons were pulled out and by other weapons I was talking about the cross bows and every other thing that they used in hunting .

In my view that had been the problem, The inability of the Hunter's to treat us supernaturals with the same respect we had given to them.

This same lack of respect was the cause of this dispute that was about to go down and so so many others.

Being a Werewolf meant having everything, it is actually supposed to be having what I wanted, and once I did get it, what is all left are what was practically his already. In summary I was used to having what I wanted.

Lorenzo rolled the cigarette he was holding in between his middle fingers as we looked deep into each other's eyes. For a minute I wondered what I was doing talking to the man I hated most in the world.

"I asked that we meet discreetly bu