"We need a word, runt," Gustard purred and within a heartbeat, every Wolf at the table was on their feet, teeth bared and snarling as they lunged between me and this piece of shit. My gut dropped at the sound of that old nickname on his lips though and with a lurch of vulnerability, I realised that he'd gone further than just finding out about me and Ethan and our escape plans when he'd pillaged my brain for information.
