Landon's POV

“Forget I said that.” I replied Karl. As dumb as he was, I was not going to dare him.

“That's better.” I could sense the pride, even in his drunken state. My patience with this dumbass was weaning, I wish I could drive my fist into his face there and then, leaving him a bloody mess.

But I couldn't. The rancid wolves he's leading would be at Moonstone, ready to fight tooth and nail.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“That's a beautiful question, the best I've hear you say, in what? Two years?” He stroked his beards, with all the vile thoughts going through his head. “We...