Remy's pov
The tension around the living room could be cut in half by glass. My mates listen intently as I explain what I heard, ending it with my questions about Penelope and her roots. Her wolf had drawn the attention of Miss Everdine, there had to be more to it than just speculation that she might be connected to Aphrodite. A woman who had done the impossible. She struck fear into the vampires. She slaughtered them without earning a scratch. Then one day, she vanished.
Her disappearance had caused my kind to gain a huge advantage in the war. Because the werewolves could do nothing against us once their champion was extricated.
When I stopped talking, I focused my eyes on Weston. He held his chin in the palm of his hand, his legs crossed and his sleep wear fitted and neat.
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