“Don’t you listen to the reports I’m given? I’d replace both of you if I weren’t stuck with you from birth.” Chernof kicked Maxim, and Maxim bent to rub his leg. Chernof kneed his chin.
Chernof heard the knock on his study door. A she-wolf bearing a tea tray appeared. He motioned her into the room. She set the tea on Chernof’s desk. He didn’t indicate that she should serve so she stood with them waiting.
Anatoly spoke up, “We’re not going to do you any good if we’re dead or incapacitated.”
“I’m not sure you two pieces of shit are doing me any favors now,” Chernof grumbled. “The information I received was that the Alpha from Chicago and the Alpha from Oregon have already found their Mates. Julien Bellaire of Oregon is mating this weekend.”
“Then we should go to Oregon. Surely he would follow Davidoff and the council to Oregon.”
Chernof punched Anatoly in the stomach. “You fool. By the time we get to Oregon, they will be back in Manhattan.”