Chapter 52. Old Friends

“Do you want me to wait for you, Alpha?” 

The helicopter had just landed on the rooftop helipad of the very large SilverClaw’s Packhouse, which, for the rest of the world, was just an eccentrically large mansion that one of the most powerful business conglomerates’ owner’s Clan in Europe shared.

Completely surrounded by forests, with large and carefully tended gardens, the huge Victorian-style villa - towers and all - extended about five floors tall, and had hundreds of rooms; including the shared pack areas, like the dining room, the entertainment room, a large ballroom, private offices, and meeting rooms of different sizes. 

These are what old pack money had built through centuries of running clean businesses, and ran for the last few generations by the powerful Alpha Clan of the Camden family. After all, this was a name that more than one of their enemies had tried to throw dirt at. 

“Yes please, Antoine, although it might take a while. I’m