There was only one man in a military jacket standing alone not far from the pack of Silver Moon packs. His face looked to be in his thirties. The man with very close cropped hair was a big man, much bigger than Uncle Brent who I already thought was like a bear. His eyes fixed on his shoes, he leaned against a tree with his arms folded and an expression of indifference. Permanent scars on both of his cheeks made his face look vicious.
"They say the wound on Igor's face was made by Dimitri, his own brother." whispered Jake from behind me. "I don't know what he's here for. Be careful not to attract his attention, Cara. After all, he's an enforcer with impunity."
"Is he that strong?" I asked again. "Stronger than Alex?"
Jake didn't answer me right away. "I've neverseen him fight dir
