The tension in Chrystal’s chest calmed. After a moment, the group lowered their hoods and disrobed. No one relinquished any weapons.
The Alpha King stepped forward, as did two guards and one person who Chrystal had never seen before, but who was clearly not a wolf.
He was male. Slender, tall, with very light skin. His eyes were closed, but his head was levelled. He had long, dark hair and no visible weapons.
“We have no weapons,” Mason Barone said to the dark, not looking at Hana. Something in Chyrstal pricked at that, but she buried it.
“I would beg your pardon, but…,” the shifter stepped forward, followed by five other wolves, “we don’t do that here,” he rumbled.
Without a word, the five moved toward the pack wolves. One for each person to enter the rogue compound. Each rogue patte
