I nodded, knowing perfectly well he was right. I had spent long nights wondering where to go next if I decided to return. Go to Tokyo? Go to the U.K.? Go to Okinawa? All my usual crash sites were filled with memories of Kieran and Kayden. Going to my brother and his mates was an even worse idea. They’d get everything out of me, and Vicks would know a lot more if I was close by. Damn stupid magic and weird, unexplainable bonds!
OVER THE NEXT couple of weeks, I started noticing the angry looks I got from certain Russian werewolves roaming the area. I knew why, and also saw a few of them were now popping up everywhere I went. Whenever one of the Mongolians was around, they’d snarl at the Russians and come stand right behind me. Ganz had been right: there was nothing these fierce warriors adm
