Xeon growled with impatience. The man's talent as an alpha guard clearly wasn’t his keen intelligence.
“Then there’s a tunnel. You and your merry band of idiots—keep watch. I won’t be pleased with any unexpected visitors.”
“Don’t give me orders.” the man snapped his fangs, his hands curled into fists large enough to smash a small car. Hell, maybe a midsize. “The others can keep watch, I’m coming with you.” Only Xeon’s swift reflexes saved the damned mutt's life. Catching Trevor’s arm as he surged toward the man, Xeon gave the younger werewolf a warning shake of his head.
Once Alpha Stefan was found, Trevor could snack on as many mutts as he wanted. For now, they might need the man for considerable muscle, if not his less than the considerable brain. “Fine, just stay out of the way,” he
