Theo Silvano turned just in time to see the last Lycan he thought would dare to look for him get out of a car, but after all, he had lost the favor of the former king, and that one was already dead anyway.

“I heard that you didn’t want to lower your head,” said the lycan derisively arriving next to him while he buttoned the jacket of his elegant suit.

“I heard that you didn’t either,” Theo responded, holding out his hand. “Saito Nader... The great General Nader! I confess I didn’t think I’d see you before I left.

“That’s because you’re not going anywhere,” assured the general returning the gesture in greeting. “I mean... unless next time you want to face the fangs of your freed wolf.”

Theo lifted his chin with a curious gesture as he looked at Nader’s hand that was pointing toward the back seat of his car. He ordered his own vans, which were ready to return to Brazil with the rest of his court, to stop and climbed into General Nader’s car. He didn’t say a word as he was directed to th