Elias clearly didn’t trust Holt, and he wasn’t trying to hide it. Trust was going to be something Holt had to earn through actions, not words. For now, Elias arranged for him to stay in a house with no kids and three warriors stationed inside—men who would be watching his every move, day and night, with no intention of being discreet. Elias wanted the message to be loud and clear: Holt was not to be trusted, especially considering his background with my father’s pack.
Still, we heard him out. He told us everything he possibly could about this military organization my father had allied with. And this agency didn’t sound like anything we’d ever come across before. It was darker, more dangerous. Unlike any standard government body, this one was built to deal with supernatural beings—werewolv
