Minerva

Larog's POV

I had come to scout the location of my interest. As of now, Jarrow was not a very popular town but in the space of weeks, it was about to become one of the most interesting areas in these parts. I was going to make sure of it. I traveled to another part of the town that was secluded from many members of the country. It was the black market where all manners of things were sold; things that would not even turn up in a werewolf market. Humans might be feeble creatures but they were no less wicked than us. In my opinion, they were capable of more cruelty than we werewolves.

I arrived at my destination. It was a nondescript building in the middle of nowhere that appeared to all the world as a barber's shop but the cutting that was done inside the building went beyond just hair. This building was the office of one of the darkest and most fearsome black market traders in the human world. His name was Picasso.

I knocked once; then thrice and then once. The door was opened to me a