Galen's fists clenched when he heard the word "wolves".<br/><br/>"Wolves." he said coldly. "Let them come." He took a deep breath, allowing his anger to die out. Then he blinked. The word "pets" came to life within the walls of his mind. Alright. "I agree that the idea for a club might not be discreet enough." he admitted to Ana. " An office building could do, but it needs papers - what business? Why in the middle of nowhere?... How about..." he stopped for a moment, rolling the idea through his mind, "a different form of club. Like a gardening club or a golf club? It's innocent, it explains why different people are gathered there, it provokes no interest from the authorities... Perfect for a a coven. With the hotel and the dance club financing it, there would be no questions asked."<br/><br/>The word "pet" came alive again. He put the empty coffee cup to the side.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, I need to make a call." He quickly went to the empty bedroom and closed the door behind. He sat down on the bed, opening up his cell phone. It had only taken 2 hours to charge fully, but he had kept it wired up all night simply because he was sleeping. He scrolled down the numbers. He had many, so it took him quite a few clicks to get to just 'B'. Blaire. He pressed the dial button and waited for a voice.