"That's my favorite pillow, you bastard," Debra clicked.

— I didn't know! Felix said hoarsely.

“Sit down,” Oscar nodded to the guest. There is no truth in the legs.

The werewolf slowly sat down on the edge of the ash-velvet sofa, and the man chewed his mustache thoughtfully.

- Why did you complain?

“It seems to me that the answer is obvious,” Felix kept his yellow eyes fixed on Oscar's face. - Kill and protect the pack.

“And what made you think that we are a threat to your pack?” Oscar cocked an eyebrow. “Here, I’ll shoot you with pleasure, but probably your mongrels will come to avenge you.” So...