His name was Brenden O’Shea. 152 years old. He had a chosen mate, Inessa, and a son named Aiden. Aiden was nearing 30 years old, but in Lycan society, still a pup. And now Brenden O’Shea is gone.
As they trudged for nearly an hour through thick, black sand-floored tunnels, Aron had told Nevaeh about the Lycan warrior who had been crushed to death. This came after he and Sébastien quietly mourned the loss, after the twins had grieved Brenden’s death with the other three Lycan, and their sadness shadowed their trek through the hallway, making it feel more like a silent death march. While joining in on the commiserating silence, Nevaeh again realized that these towering Lycan were more than mindless grunts working for Thierry Nicolet. They weren’t always intimidating beasts escorting
