Nicolas answered his cell phone.
"I've missed you, brother."
"Thank you, Brandt. I'm sorry for your losses at the hands of the cats."
"No one has suffered more than your clan. Franklin will be forever in my memories."
"Franklin would like that." Nicolas smiled softly. Few knew of the vampire's s****l preference, but Brandt took it in stride years ago when he found out.
There wasn't time for long condolences, so Brandt changed the subject. "My wolves followed them on foot, but lost them when they reached their vehicles. Several more of my pack picked them up again when they entered Arizona. They traveled across I-40 and are heading into New Mexico. I believe they've decided to avoid the Southwest Clan."
"There will be no avoiding us."
"I hoped you would say that."
"Keep us informed
