Gregory's POV
I stepped out of the SUV first, positioning myself in front of Kira and Elena. The air felt wrong—thick with tension and unspoken threats. Six men instead of three stood waiting, and right in the middle was Victor f*****g Blackwood.
Well, s**t.
Victor's scarred face twisted into what I guess he thought was a smile. "Gregory. Been a while."
"Not long enough," I growled, scanning the group. All armed. All with silver holsters on their belts. My old bones tensed, ready for whatever came next.
Kira stepped up beside me despite my attempt to keep her back. For such a small thing, she had balls of steel.
"Where's Thomas?" she demanded, voice steady.
Victor's eyes slid to her, lingering in a way that made my wolf bare its teeth. "The Luna herself. What an honor."
"Cut the cr
