Chapter 7
Liam
I glanced sideways at Petros, noting the arctic caps of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. Ever since we entered Irondale ten minutes ago, Petros had become increasingly agitated.
“We’re going to avoid your old pack,” I reminded him. “No harm will come to your brother.”
The jaw muscle on the side of his face bulged, an unmistakable motion even in the dark. “Where are we meeting your friend?”
“Not far. Pull over at the mile fifty-one marker. Lawrence will meet us there.”
I wished Petros would talk to me about the Mad Howlers. I didn’t like coming into a city with limited information, but Petros hadn’t said a word more about the Mad Howlers. I suggested to him that maybe we could help his brother while we were here, but he had been adamant about avoiding anyo
