#Chapter 401: The First Snow Festival

Nathan “Thank you again for meeting with me, Mr. Forsythe,” I said, standing from the conference table and shaking the hand of the man who had been sitting across from me. “I’m certain that this agreement will benefit both of our packs.” Mr. Forsythe, the older Alpha who was shaking my hand now, gave me a curt nod. His eyes were a cold gray color, and his demeanor was just as cold. He was a good Alpha, though, and an even better businessman. “I certainly hope so,” he said in that gravelly tone of voice that had become oddly annoying to me over the past thirty minutes that we had been hashing out this plan. “With the land you’ve conceded to my pack, this logging business will finally have a chance to boom.” “And the profits?” I asked, just wanting to reiterate one last time in case he tried to pull the wool over my eyes. “Yes, yes,” Mr. Forsythe said with another curt nod. “As discussed: seventy-thirty split. My pack keeps seventy percent of the profits, and yours keeps t