Chapter 93: Old Friends

(Leo Bloodstone POV)

After spending several hours reassigning my men —I was pulling them from inside Blue Ridge but not away from it— I walked into a tavern and sat down at the bar.

The place was mostly empty. Despite the hour —it was just after noon— it was dark and dingy inside. It was on human territory about ten minutes outside Blue Ridge borders. They did not cater to werewolves specifically, but I had gotten to know the bartenders there pretty well in the past couple of years. They knew not to ask too many questions.

I ordered two beers and waited.

Not even five minutes after I arrived, Ellis walked in and took a seat, leaving a barstool in between us.

“Get your men sorted?” he asked.

I ignored his question and continued to stare ahead, not bothering to even glance at him.

“I ordered you a beer.”

Ellis looked at the glass in front of him. “Did you poison it?”

“Not yet,” I replied coldly. “Probably should have.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up the beer and