Just an omega: The Lycan's mate.
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"What's to tell? She's loyal. Smart. Been hiding right under your nose all these—"
One of the werewolf guards yanked his chains sharply. "Answer properly."
Yolanda grabbed his jaw, fingers digging in. "Stop playing games."
"Lira runs the Rusty Anchor pack," the Bone Lord said, still smiling. "She's not hiding in some tavern. She controls the whole damn city from the shadows."
One of the werewolf guards growled. "How will she know we're coming?"
"Because she's been waiting for this," the Bone Lord said. "Sixteen years preparing. Her people are everywhere - street vendors, dock workers, even kids running messages. You step one foot in Blackwater, she'll know.”