“Can you tell me who he is?” “He was a Were. About two decades ago, he was directly responsible for the deaths of thousands of Weres and Humans in the Northwest.” I clench my fists so hard, my nails leave imprints in my palms. “And now he’s back.” “He’s dead.” “Could reports of his passing have been greatly exaggerated?” “I ripped his heart out of his chest, chewed it for half a minute, and then spit it into the ocean.” I nod slowly. “A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.” Koen’s mouth twitches. “Constantine’s dead, no doubt about it. But he was the leader of a very destructive group.”
