Charles
Ethan Darrow wasn’t what I expected. I’d seen Kalen on the news and very briefly in person before, but Ethan was nothing like his father. He had a bit more bulk to him than the average werewolf. He looked older than Ethan by at least a few years. But more than that, his eyes were too expressive, too real in that they lacked that fanatical light I had always seen in Kalen’s eyes. He was calm.
Too calm.
“Something’s off,” Blake said, eyeing Ethan.
I nodded, but I didn’t have any idea about what it was. He’d surrendered easily. He hadn’t spewed bullshit.
Eason Wolfe, he’d said, his eyes steady and meaningful. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know if you bring him to see me.
“I say we should have just punched his face in.”
I shook my head and took the seat across from Et
