We moved Torres to a secure vehicle. As we drove back to Crescent Moon, he kept glancing nervously at the windows.
"They use silver extensively," he said quietly. "Silver bullets, silver blades, silver dust that disrupts supernatural healing. Your warriors need to be prepared for that."
"How do you know so much about their methods?"
"Because I was working with them." The admission came out flat. "That's how I know they're coming. They approached me months ago, offered funding for the traditionalist movement in exchange for intelligence about reformed packs."
"You sold us out to human hunters?" Marcus's voice was deadly.
"I sold information to people I thought were just wealthy traditionalist benefactors. I didn't realize what they really were until it was too late." Torres looked at m
