Dressed in a dark three-piece suit, Thierry Nicolet exited the portal amid a troop of shifted Lycan. With eyes locked on Aron and Sébastien, he transmitted a dark displeasure. The Lycan King strode forward on the grass toward them, one hand cradling Dolores’ Dowry box, tucked in against his side. Nevaeh had left the box in her backpack at Aron’s house the night Lyla had abducted her and Levi. Seeing him with it made her stomach sink. How much did Thierry already know?
Gamma Rhys turned in a complete circle, growling at the hundreds of Lycan who surrounded them, surrounded the Pack House. In a huff, he grit, “You are trespassing on werewolf territory! Leave at once!”
Thierry snickered, shaking his head. “I tried to play fair, mutt. I gave enough of my time, offered your pack billi
