CHAPTER 63She’s where?” Alaric said. “Did she say where exactly she was going?”
The Grey Wolf had suddenly become quiet. Felan polished the ebony bar and looked over at Alaric with mild interest. The other werewolves had figuratively pricked their ears and some c****d their heads in his direction. Alaric towered over Trevor by several inches, making the other werewolf shrink backwards toward the bar.
Trevor shook his head. “Just to find her friend, Spaz, and to confront Bob.”
“Bob Marks,” Alaric began to pace but stopped himself. “All this time, I thought the power lie in Cathal. But it was Bob all along.”
“He’s dangerous,” Trevor said. “Can I go now?”
“No,” Alaric fixed Trevor with a stare.
“Damn,” Trevor muttered under his breath.
Alaric turned to the other werewolves. “I want you
