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fists clench, enough to make a lump form in his throat even as his body became battle-ready.
    Someone cleared their throat, drawing Trevor’s attention to the center of the room. He shook his muscles, rather in the manner that a dog shakes off water, trying to rid himself of the tension. There was nothing to fight there.
    Deputy Chief Wade Lombard sat at the end of the conference table, his hands tucked under his chin as he perused some files, a police radio on near him with the volume low. He was, by appearances, a male close to sixty with silver hair, although Trevor knew he was much older. Bastard still had a mate, which would keep him young for a good two hundred years, unlike the rest of them. Trevor drew close to the table, but slowed before he got to it, sensing something off in Wade.
    “Wade,” Mac drew close to the table and greeted him first. “I…”
    Wade held up a hand. “Before either of you say anything, let me speak. You need to know we’ve got a transfer coming in from Scotland. He’ll be here tomorrow.”
    “Scotland?” Trevor’s dark eyebrows furrowed. He knew nothing about wolfen in Scotland. Nothing about how they ran their enterprises. Nothing about their loyalties.
    “He’s got some special abilities, and so he’ll be coming in to help the KSRT. You said you needed new bodies.”
    “Wait, what? I’m the head of the KSRT. I should have been consulted about this.”
    Wade raised his eyebrows and cocked his head. “It wasn’t my call.”
    Trevor pulled back. No one told Wade what to do… except Rhen, not even the Chief of Police. If Rhen was involved, no amount of complaining would change anything. “What kind of abilities?”
    “A way to track Khain. Maybe a way to reach him wherever he goes when he leaves our world.”
    Trevor stalked to the table and leaned over it, a cold shiver at the thought passing through him. He had to at least let his objections be known. “How do we even know what he’s saying is true? Or that he’s not being controlled by—?”
    “Yeah,” Mac said. “He could lead us straight into a trap.”
    Trevor pointed at Mac, appreciating the support for once. He focused on Wade again. “Hell, no. All of us in the KSRT trust each other. We can’t bring in a stranger. Not now.” Trevor winced at the lie, but pressed on, daring Wade or Mac to call him on it.
    Wade stayed calm. Unflappable. “Trevor, you need all the help you can get. We haven't seen any sort of progress in years.”
    Trevor’s jaw clenched. “We are doing everything we can. If the Citlali are not satisfied, then they’re free to replace me. I never signed up for this anyway.”
    The Deputy Chief sighed and steepled his fingers together. “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything, Trevor. In fact, I’m trying to help you. At the very least, you should meet him and see what he can do for you. Surely, there’s no harm in that.”
    Trevor said nothing. Who was to say there was no harm in welcoming a stranger? Even if he was Wolfen , that didn't mean he was trustworthy enough to be on the task force working directly on Khain’s trail.
    Wade fixed him with a hard stare. “Relax, Trevor.”
    “I’ll relax when it's all over,” Trevor said.
    Wade nodded. “I would expect nothing less from you, son.”
    Trevor said nothing. Wade didn't know that Trevor didn’t believe what everyone else believed about him.
    Wade sat back in his chair and shifted his gaze to Mac. “Good. Now that that’s settled, care to tell us why you called the meeting?”
    Trevor narrowed his eyes at his second-in-command. “ You requested this meeting?”
    Mac nodded.
    Trevor sighed and he rubbed his forehead. “Had I known, I would have taken that shower.”
    “I'll be sure to tell you next time," Mac snarled, his expression reminding Trevor exactly how bad he smelled.
    The Deputy Chief cleared his throat.
    Mac's voice went all-business, and totally determined, like he already knew he would meet with