[Bailey]
I stared at Keaton Black, my mouth slightly agape. A truce with a werewolf? Was he serious?
The rocking of the boat did little to soothe my nerves. What would he do if I didn’t agree? He wanted to protect the humans here. Not something I thought a werewolf would want.
None of that mattered. There was a question weighing on my mind that I had been curious about ever since I heard about the Blood Moon Pack and their tendency to hunt the hunters.
“Did your pack kill my family?” I asked quietly.
He looked puzzled. “The Damson family is still alive and well, as far as I’m aware. I can’t guarantee how long they will be or that it won’t be me and my pack who wipes them out, but I didn’t touch them.”
“Their name was Walker.”
Keaton’s eyes widened in recognition at the mention of my
