#Chapter 133: The Chief

Aria Darren and I followed the chief to a more secluded area, one that was free from prying eyes and cameras. We stopped beneath the shade of a large tree, and the chief turned to us, his cold gray eyes scanning us from head to toe. I felt like he had x-ray vision or something. Even my wolf bristled with discomfort. “Mr. Avarise,” the chief finally said, placing his hand on his gun holster like we were some kind of threat. “It is my understanding that your company was the one endorsing the soup kitchen today.” Darren nodded. “That’s true. Lunar Labs’ charity gala funds were used to purchase supplies for the soup kitchen. A couple members of our organization were staffing the table when the protest began, but had nothing to do with the fight.” The chief’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn’t entirely believe us. My stomach then dropped as he said, “And do you have the proper permits to run a soup kitchen in this park?” I looked at Darren, who just