Oleksander's burning gaze settles on Caine. "No were," he repeats himself. "Ever."

Caine ignores my grandfather's warning, turning to Andre. "I have twenty in my pack," he says as though his king hasn't spoken a word. The Dumont leader's smirk pinpricks my anger awake again. "Will that suffice?"

My grandfather is on his feet with a roar, the gathered wereguards standing back as he hurtles himself down the steps, already ...