FREDERIC POV
I knew the treaty.
Of course I f*****g knew the treaty.
I knew all my neighbours.
More than I wanted to.
Hopeland borders sat close enough to Hollow Moon that pretending they didn’t exist had never really been an option, even if they were tied to Winter Pack and wanted absolutely nothing to do with us.
Fair.
Most packs didn’t.
Correction. Almost all packs didn’t.
So yes, I knew vampires could walk into a human bar.
I knew they could drink.
I knew they could move through neutral territory without every wolf in the building treating their existence like a declaration of war.
None of that changed the fact that these three were looking at us too often.
Subtly.
Probably not enough that most wolves would ever notice, unless they were already watching.
I was.
The woma
