Dugas checked his notes. “Last thing. The first escort from the Pack arrives tomorrow to pick up the two shapeshifter families. We don’t anticipate any problems, but just in case…” The knife stopped in Hugh’s hand. “What pack?” “The Pack,” she said. “Atlanta’s Pack. The Free People of the Code.” His people sat up straighter. Stoyan’s face turned unreadable like a wall. “Run that by me again,” Hugh said, his voice deceptively calm.
