"Alpha Ravyn, it's about exports and imports. A greater part focuses on shipping as well, but the thing is, this business involves the Lycans."
Ravyn nodded slowly, his expression carefully neutral. He had suspected the people Jaron sent weren't their kind. There was something off about their scent, their posture, their too-perfect stillness. "Aren't they dangerous?"
"They are." Jaron leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "And trust me, I even learned this marriage selection process from them. The Lycans are stronger than us because they follow a laid-down constitution of their ancestors. Their business ethics are splendid, and currently, they rule the mafia."
Ravyn thought through his words, turning them over in his mind like puzzle pieces. "Aren't you afraid they would one day turn against your pack if things go wrong?"
Jaron's jaw tightened. "It's not impossible, but right now, we need them."
