Liam told me Dante had returned safely just before sunset. Like me, the Lycan had collapsed into a coma-like sleep the moment he hit a mattress, drained by the massive expenditure of energy required to shift and run.
"Where are we going?" I asked as Liam led me to the car. The evening air was cool, biting through my jacket.
"To see Bastien," Liam said, opening the passenger door. "Jack is already there."
I buckled up, watching him slide into the driver's seat. He looked composed, the Alpha mask firmly in place, but I could see the tension in his jaw.
"Who knows?" I asked as we peeled out of the driveway. "About Bastien? About the plan to kill Dimitri?"
"The Pack knows Bastien is here, but they think he’s a refugee," Liam said, his eyes scanning the darkening road. "As for the assassin
