Chapter 19
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, we rolled up to a gatehouse ten times as imposing as the one that protected the Acosta compound. This outpost was large enough to house a multi-generational human family...or a ten-man attack force of guard werewolves.
Sure enough, a two-legged shifter stepped out the door as soon as we came into sight, a g*n nearly as tall as he was tilted back across one shoulder. Two unarmed shifters hovered behind him, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if several more watched from windows on the second floor.
“Business?” the g*n wielder demanded as Justice rolled down his window.
“Acosta alpha here to discuss business with the Stewart alpha,” Justice replied.
“Weapons?”
Ruth shot a warning glance at each of us in turn before answering. “Will be left in the car.”
