Why not? You all have names. I’m Red. Hot, right?
Giuliana rolled her eyes. Okay. Focus.
If I focus, I’ll want to fight again.
Point taken.
“Fine. Tell me what you saw, Giuliana.”
Dominic didn’t acknowledge Pasquale, and Giuliana wasn’t about to have that. She may understand his rage, but Pasquale hadn’t been the wolf responsible.
“Pasquale was able to track the scent to the far reaches of the Greenwald, where he found the clearing. Blood covered the ground, and with my knowledge, I assumed there was enough to kill a person. It doesn’t mean he’s dead, but if he’s alive, I don’t know how he would’ve gotten away.”
“Was there a trail out?”
“No, Alpha. Only trail leading away was that of the wolves.”
“The Bianchi wolves.”
Giuliana gritted her teeth. “Yes, Alpha.”
Finally, Dominic’s gaze swung to Pasquale. “Which wolves?”
Pasquale didn’t falter, and Giuliana couldn’t help a sense of pride swelling in her chest. Her mate was not weak, he wasn’t afraid. He’d stand up for what he believed in.
Head thrown back, Pasquale answered. “The wolves who didn’t join with the Lombardis.”
Romano, always there, always by Dominic’s side, shifted from his stance in the corner of the room. Kalinda had been buried at the Trinity Council offices with Silva the last few days, and it freed Romano to be on hand for anything.
The large wolf rolled his shoulders, the grips of his holstered handgun catching the light for a moment. “How do you know?”
“By smell.”
“Garbage must be killer for you,” Romano retorted. His normal joking mannerism leaked through, but the edge to his voice stripped it of levity.
“Most times it burns my ass hairs.”
Romano blinked at Pasquale’s response before chuckling. “Good one.”
“Dominic, you know not all of my former pack came over with the blend. There were some who relished how Primo ruled, the dark power he infused in them. They saw the way things were going and—” Pasquale stopped and glanced over at Zoey.
“What?” Giuliana growled at Dominic’s harsh tone.
She swallowed the sound when he frowned at her. Shit. That wasn’t really keeping things cool. Pasquale took one step over, slightly in front of her, taking Dominic’s attention.
Well, this isn’t subtle at all.
But it worked.
“He had a group of men who were his Enforcers. They were the cruelest. Not meant to be Capos, but soldiers to do his bidding. The Renegades.”
The Renegades. She remembered that name from somewhere but couldn’t remember why. It was on the tip of her tongue, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t grasp it.
The Renegades are coming, little one. Hide. Hide away.
Giuliana shook her head. What the hell was that? The … voice. So smooth, so deep, but feminine. Her wolf whimpered but gave no answer.
“The Renegades are a myth. A thing of the past. They were wreaking havoc in Boulder, but in the early years before portal cities were even planned. In a time when wolves weren’t contained like they are now. And Primo was not their leader,” Dominic argued.
