Deacon’s pack slide out of the two trucks, look around them and stand back in the circle surrounding their vehicles. I can see the hesitant and questioning looks they throw between one another as they recognize certain members, and it’s obvious they didn’t know they’d followed my tracks to a Santo lair. They stay put and look towards Deacon for direction, showing zero signs of hostility now they see us.

“I’m only doing what I’m told, Colton. I didn’t come here to fight. I didn’t even know you’d broken off and had a Santo sect here. I just need to take my patient, and my prisoner, back. Your father was...