Blade's POV
The sound of large engines announced Trevor's expected arrival before anyone could have a chance to report it.
I stood at the entrance to the pack house with Dante and Talis beside me, watching as a convoy of trucks moved into our territory. There were ten of them, each of them with an inkfield insignia on it.
It was not as many as Belle had brought—Dante had filled me in on that particular surprise, and I was still processing the fact that she was apparently wealthy enough to casually purchase that much food supplies. But still, ten trucks from Trevor was incredibly generous.
The first truck stopped and Trevor jumped out, grinning from ear to ear, looking just as cheerful as he did in our first meeting.
"Alpha Blade," He shook my hand firmly. "I heard you were in a bit of
