"Of course." Renard's eyes lit up with delight as he rose from the sofa. He realized he probably wasn't going to die, and might even gain a powerful ally.
"Don't get any ideas. I have no interest in the childish power games you and your family play." The gleaming Combistick abruptly appeared in Nick's hand again, its tip pressed against Renard's throat.
"The reason you're still alive is that I want you to keep those dogs your family sends out under control. A family needs living members to be called a family, doesn't it?
"If you want to inherit an entire family cemetery, I certainly could help with that."
Renard's Adam's apple bobbed for a long while before he finally managed to force out, "As you wish, sir."
The next moment, Nick put his Predator Mask back on and vanished into thin air.
"You're going to dispose of a Hexenbiest's corpse?" The Wolf Wesen, whose door had been knocked on in the middle of the night, was about to complain, only for Nick's words to give him another fright. "You actually killed a Hexenbiest?"
"Yes. Interested in lending a hand?" Nick asked with a smile.
Fear mingled with excitement on Monroe's face. After a moment's hesitation, curiosity finally got the better of him. He went back inside, threw on a jacket, and followed Nick into the car.
"Have you heard of the Council?" Nick asked as he drove toward an abandoned paper mill. In fact, this was his real reason for seeking out the Wolf Wesen in the middle of the night.
"You mean the Wesen Council?" Monroe was clearly startled. "Where did you hear about them?"
"I laid my cards on the table with my boss tonight. He's an illegitimate son of the Royal Family, and a half-breed, too-Royal