"The beach house," Lark decides. "The one near Alec and me. You'll like it, it's a new build, custom designed for wolves. All the handles are friendly to paws."
"Where does the money come from?" Malcolm asks curiously. "Does the pack have investments?" His mother is a shrewd investor. Especially in real estate.
He nods. "Investments, real estate, the law firm, grants from the government for the nonprofit interests. It's all pretty above board now. My second pack was made up mostly of lawyers and that got the money rolling in; the pack since then has mostly been veterans so I had to look for outside resources."
He tips his head, thinking. "I could see you working for the CBI. California Bureau of Investigations. You still want to stop killers, right? But ultimately, yes, you'd report to me."
He nods; reasonable. "Alec and I are going to take down super soldier programs. Every one we've ever heard of has been rife with abuse and corruption."
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"Something with an open floor plan. I like... a nice open space."
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"...Just like that? We can just... have a beach house?"
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