“Did you take the time to find out what pack the woman you sought to kidnap was a part of?” “Don’t fuckin’ matter,” the man spat. “But it does,” King cooed. “Maybe you’ve heard of us. The Diablos ring a bell?” The blood didn’t drain from the fox’s face. It disappeared altogether, and the man’s eyes went so wide you could see more whites than irises. “I-I-I didn’t know. They didn’t say. I-I wouldn’t have.” “Want to know what else?” King said, baring his teeth. “She’s. Our. Mate.”
