Parker led the way, his usual swagger and smirk very much in place.
He was objectively handsome, in a blond- and-stacked kind of way, but he was also such a stereotypical alpha douchebag, with his big black motorcycle boots and t-shirt with the cutoff sleeves. Not to mention the forced mating thing. Seeing him again, after months of trying to forget him, I was almost shivering with the desire to flay his flesh from his bones and watch him die screaming.
Flanking him were Tyler and four more of his enforcers, with several more behind them, all of them dressed like Parker-clones.
And the Kimballs were right behind them, Bill Kimball, Sam's younger brother, and Bill's son Colin, along with two more weres I didn't know by name but had seen in passing while I was living in the Kimball territory.
Of course, neither of them had a shaman, and even though I'd been sort-of allied with Adam for months, that gave me a little bit of pleasure amidst the fear that we were all about to die.
