For two weeks straights, Jed argued with the council and the rest of the pack plotted.
When finally an ultimatum of money – one hundred thousand – and a date of exactly one month were granted, everyone got to work. It was a huge amount of money and a very short time; the pack was being set up to fail but everyone was determined to save the last building on Bay Street. For the humans, it wasn’t the first or last time they had to fight for something in their lives and their fire fuelled their mates.
During the first days of March came the raves, and they were glorious.
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‘’Glitter ball,’’ Fritz said distastefully, brushing a handful of glitter off his shoulder, ‘’nice.’’
‘’It works,’’ Val called over the music, turning gracefully from the makeshift bar. Losing the building meant also losing the Crypt. But even without a venue, the Bay St
