EACH TO HIS WANTS

WRITER'S POV

ELDER CONOR'S HOUSE AFTER SCARLETT LEFT WITH ASHER

“Damn it!” Elder Conor growled. He got up and slapped hard across the face of one of his men.

“Fools! Bloody fools!”

The men bowed their heads and apologized in unison. He shoved another one, clenching.

“Now get out! Get your useless selves out!”

“They can't do anything! They can't get anything done! Hopeless idiots.”

He continued to bark even after his men had left

How on earth had Asher known he brought in one of the werewolf girls?

Asher had never had interest in the werewolf women, they all knew. And that made it more strange and suspicious that he had left his high horse of a house and brought himself to his house just to clarify his claim on the lady.

“Get my car ready!” he bellowed.

One of his men rushed into the place. “My elder, you…”

“I said get my car ready morons!”

The man dashed out again.

Once his car was ready, Elder Conor climbed in and gave his driver the location.

After minutes of driving, his ca