Hunter's Wolf
Ruth didn't seem too pleased to see me.
"Oscar Wilde, good to see you." Marco Winehouse said. He was the one in charge of the meeting, and he was the one with the intel.
I sat down in the pub and paid for everyone's drinks as a token of my appreciation for them coming all the way to meet with me.
"What is going on, guys? My uncle was beaten up, and my pack raided." I complained, and Marco exhaled.
"You won't believe this shit, but Giles Hunter is back. His sect has done a lot of harm." Marco claimed, and I looked at him, stunned.