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them.

Because he was crippled in a way that he had a lame leg, I knew he wouldn’t be taken as a threat. Thomas would be leery of me, but this old man, he would not see coming. The day before Connor was to speak with Thomas, Robert slit his throat and tossed his body into the Thames. Then as discussed, proclaimed to be the one who had started the fire in the first place. He was taken into custody. Trials were held and his story didn’t quite hold up as him being the starter of the fire because the idiot had forgotten what we’d discussed and he ended up changing his story too much. But still, I kept my end of the bargain by sending his family the money I had promised for his silence and sacrifice.

Unlike with Thomas, Robert had something to live and die for and I knew he would keep his mouth shut about our meeting. Besides, he had no idea what my name was or what I looked like as we’d only met under the cover of darkness. Thomas’ body had been discovered, but after being tossed in the Thames, Robert’s scent was long gone. With Thomas dead, Connor didn’t know what other trail he could follow. Like when he sent me to question Robert while he was in jail, the human only confessed to burning the bakery in the name of the Pope and not to killing Thomas. So, his murder was still unsolved. Another death that had been beneficial to me was that of the boy who I’d paid to give me word of Angus’ presence. The fire had killed him as it raged. Though unfortunate for a child to die, he was a loose end I hadn’t the heart to eliminate on my own. Perhaps, Lady Luck was on my side after all. I had continued to earn the Alpha’s trust and eliminated my enemies at the same time.

The silver lining in all of the chaos was King Charles II declared that everyone in the countryside and those who had homes unaffected by the fire were to take in those who were now homeless. My Alpha was open to this idea as he wanted to continue to grow our pack. The humans whom we took in, if they were worthy, became pack. I had taken in a whole family, and as each member grew older, they became pack and once the family was wolf, I arranged for them to have their own home. It was time for them to do their part to make the pack strong in any way they could.

London, as I knew it would, did recover and was better for it. Though, it wasn’t often a ballad was written of one’s exploits. The ballad, London Morns in Ashes, was written to memorialize all those who had perished in the flames of the Great Fire. I didn’t intend to cause such damage, but the city rebuilt even better buildings and a new fire brigade was put in place. A year after confessing to the fires, Robert Hubert was put to death, tying up the final loose end for me. So, there was a bright side and above all that, Angus was dead.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

A Chance Encounter

I stared at the two women who were sitting on the opposite side of my desk. Their clothes were raggedy and dirty and you could see the desperation in their entire demeanor. They had told me how they had been traveling, looking for someplace safe to stay. How they’d barely survived the trip across the ocean to get here.

“I would be grateful if you gave me the opportunity to work for you,” said the beautiful young woman with the long, flowing brown hair that looked like it had seen better days. She was quite lovely in spite of her disheveled appearance. I couldn’t help but take a gander at her ample bosom, which I wanted to stuff my face into. Her lips were full and the rouge coloring made them look even more plump. I could only imagine how sweet her pussy was and my dick stirred inside my pants in anticipation of getting a taste. Unfortunately, she was a lone wolf, and her kind didn’t survive long without a pack. She hadn’t said the words outright, but I understood the double meaning in her plea.

“What are your names?” I asked.

“Charlene Houser,” she replied.

“My name is Julie MacLeod,” said the other who was quite human.

I found women