"But..." the Alpha says, his tone shifting slightly.
Instantly the room is silent again. If they were in their wolf form, you're sure their ears would be pricked.
"...I'm not going to roll out the welcome mat for a leech either."
The murmur of agreement this time is far less reluctant.
"Blackwell knows about us. He knows too damn much about us," the Alpha continues, his voice growing deeper, rougher. "He knows where we live. He knows about the stray... but apart from that we don't know what he knows." A meaningful look around the room. "He may be aware of each and every member of this pack..."
A series of growls from the crowd.
"Or," the Alpha says, "he may only know those that found the stray."
Well fuck. You don't need a road map to see where this is going.
"Vicky, Ed, Marco, and Gideon Mercer," the Alpha calls out. "It's highly likely the vampire already knows you exist. So, I need one of you to meet with it, find out what it wants, and report back."
And there it is.
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