With a wolfish grin, Wolf grabbed Ren's usual chair behind the imposing desk in the study.
Ren shook his head fondly and let him be. After all, he was the man of the hour.
Pax slouched on the sofa like a lazy cat.
Fang stood nervously until Ren took his hand and led him to adjoining seats.
"Ready?" Ren asked Wolf.
The man nodded cheerfully. He glanced at his twin brother. "Before I begin, I have to say, half the credit this time belongs to Pax."
"I know," Ren said. "I'm very grateful to both of you, and the Blue Wolves as well."
The twins flushed.
