Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
Vegas was officially declared neutral ground thirteen years into Luna Lilac’s rule.
Still, those wolves interested in bigger ventures had managed to weasel their way in. I had it under good authority that a werewolf owned ARIA, a casino resort on the Vegas strip. I avoided that one on purpose. They likely had wolves on their staff, and we didn’t want any catching our scents.
“Hard enough having this many Alphas involved,” Ziva muttered. “Last thing we need is more.”
Knight, to say the least, was the most upbeat about the entire thing, but it was likely due to the cocktail of drugs he’d taken prior to boarding the jet.