LXVIII

New York (July 2019)

"The last of them have retreated. The field is clear and the wards are down, now too. W" A man entered the room silently, Alice barely noticed. He looked worse for wear, but there was a small smile on his face.

"You're Stefano, right? The head of the New York werewolf clan. I can't thank you enough for helping us." Alice said, pausing in her efforts to examine Veronica's unconscious form.

Stefano inclined his head, "I did it for my people. I have no interest in your battles. But if I might say, it seems like you have very little concern for your comrades. Leading them into battle like that to save your own skin. Don't you think that was too much?"

Alice opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He was right, of course. She was scared. When she regained Liv and the others, she became so desperate for escape. But to be fair, she didn't expect Asmodeus to arrive and make a mess of things.

"Haneul and the others. What of them?" Alice could only ask.