Noble Savage Brewing Novels & Stories

ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ Mama had promised a Graduation feast for us as they were the only parents that had attended the Graduation ceremony for all my friends including Luke and Adam as well. Thus the following sunday night we headed out for dinner. Entering the Diner we walked towards the VIP section where a table for eight was set near the pool. Mama had pre-ordered dishes like Lobster with buckwheat piklets and avacado, Radicchio salad with orange and walnut dressing, lemon chicken with steamed rice, red and white wine to flush everything down.

"Lady Blackwynd is still registered as an elite scholar at the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium, correct? Did the high scholars not notify our scouts that they would be dispatching their seasonal offerings to this fortress soon? Perhaps your wolf should present the harvest to her!" The Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium renowned for over a century across the neutral territories cultivated a sacred valley of hybrid blood-orchids that bloomed only under the solstice moon, drawing alphas from every distant pack. Every summer, a select few of these rare, magically engineered specimens were carefully harvested and gifted to the apex leaders of the world. These flora packages were not distributed to common wolves

"I'm Noelle Linton. I'm pressing charges for intentional injury against all the security staff at this bar, as well as Jerome Callen, who is jointly liable." Andrew also took out his phone and declared, "On behalf of Garrison Group, I am demanding that all partners immediately terminate any business dealings with Callen Group." Jerome's face drained of color. Before he could even process Andrew's words, his phone started vibrating uncontrollably. He shakily pulled out his phone and saw the screen flooded with calls and messages. The first text was from Brightstone Capital's CEO. "Jerome! Did you seriously offend the Garrison family? Our newly signed funding deal is void immediately!"