"And?" Voren pressed, his voice taut with impatience.
The outlander leader's response came quick, almost breathless. "I was trying to see if I got that recording. I wasn't expecting it, so I wasn't fast enough. But here's the thing, he said he can't trust me if I refuse his kindness. So he's giving me three days to give him an answer."
Voren's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his skin.
"Then he added something else." The leader's voice dropped, weighted with unease. "He said Lycans love to dwell among humans. The underworld mafia, to be precise. So he won't have any use for me over there."
A cold fury coiled in Voren's chest, tightening around his ribs like a serpent. The underworld mafia. Of course. The Lycans had sunk their claws into every dark corner of the human world, and now they were reaching for more.
