Gentry turned at the door and gave a feral smile. “Four. There’s a new pack in town.”
“You’re reviving the Striker Pack?” Mila asked timidly from the back of the bar.
“No,” Gentry answered, pulling Blaire against him, side-by-side, just as they’d stood in the street surrounded by the Bone-Rippers. Side-by-side facing the fray together, now and always. Odine said there was a storm a-comin’, and she was right. “The Striker Pack died with my father,” Gentry said. “We’re the Wolves of Winter’s Edge.”