You take her hand and smile. "Hey. I'm Gideon Mercer. Nice to meet you."
She looks you up and down with obvious approval. "Pleasure's all mine."
"What exactly are you planning on doing in our territory?" Vicky growls.
"Shopping. That's all. I swear. You want to see my list? It includes shit like shampoo."
"You can get shampoo in rural stores."
"Not the fancy kind Alpha likes," she says. "But I get your point. Want to know the truth? I got some marijuana in my saddlebag. My pack grows it up in the hills where the cops don't even think to look. I'm going to go trade that in... then I'm getting the shampoo. Thirty minutes tops."
So, she's a drug dealer. A drug dealing werewolf on a motorbike.
It probably says something less than flattering about your lifestyle that it doesn't exactly shock you.
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