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BRANDON

The Underground is frenetic when I arrive at the Wolf’s sanctuary. They’ve made the first floor a nightclub that requires an entry ticket.

A woman in a red leather suit with some tribal ink on her neck approaches me, showing me the way to their leader. I’m surprised that Oliver had set this place up for them; it makes me realize he is capable of bigger things, and that I need him now more than ever.

When he first introduced me to the idea of getting the mob to our side, I was hesitant. The Katrakis family had been working with these kinds of people for a very long time now, and it made them even more powerful. I didn’t want to consider it. I declined the idea whenever Oliver was pressing it to me. I believed the only people we could trust were ourselves.

But Oliver has been persistent, and he rarely insists on anything. He provided me every piece of information he had about them; how they worked, where they came from, their mission, and their purpose. Honestly, it was the very