Willie strolled over to Wolfgang without urgency, squatted down, and grabbed the back of his collar, yanking him up until they were face to face. His voice was low, sharp.
"How did you find Maverick's whereabouts?"
Russell's anxiety spiked the moment Willie laid hands on Wolfgang. He bit his finger, unsure whether to intervene or stay back. But Wolfgang, unfazed by Willie's rough treatment, met his gaze with steady almond eyes
"Smell," he answered flatly.
Willie gave a short chuckle, raising both brows in mild amusement.
"Commanding wolves with silver blood… Now that's a first. Quite an interesting skill."
Without warning, he released Wolfgang, letting him drop unceremoniously to the floor. Rising to his feet, Willie's tone turned commanding.
"Find Julius. Now. Use your wolves."
Russell's heart skipped a beat as Wolfgang hit the ground with a thud. He rushed to help him sit up, though Willie's coldness toward his own kin didn't surprise him anymore.
