There were only three days before the full moon. Axel had returned to Winter, and with him, he had brought the traitor.
On his arrival, Corrine, Wyatt, and Saul all stood waiting.
Axel pulled Granger from the car, pushing him forward until he stumbled to his knees before them.
He lifted his head, looking up at Wyatt.
“Hello, father-in-law,” Granger smiled.
Wyatt let out a low rumbling growl, but Axel reacted to his words. First, he reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. Then, pulling back, he whispered in his ear.
“You can poke and prod all you like, but no one will give you what you seek.”
Axel let go of him and took a step backward.
“How good to see you, Granger,” Corrine smiled, her eyes shining with delight. “I was genuinely afraid that we would never get the chance to meet again.”
Her words, sweet and kind as they were, filled Granger with a dread he would never admit to.
