“She’s right,” Kira says. “The hammer can help trap him again or at least my father can build a reinforced prison to keep him in once he has the hammer back.”
“Are you sure you’ve got this?” I ask Orpheus.
“We will contain him for now.” Orpheus nods. “The shifters are in the reinforced room at the other end of this hall.”
“Okay, as long as you have this.” I turn to the door but glance over my shoulder at him.
“Go, Beth. Save the world again. I’ll do my part here.” Orpheus turns back to the gate.
I follow the others down the hall to the other end where a door is barred from the outside.
“Let me handle warning them we’re out here first,” Greyson says. “That way they don’t attack when we open the door.”
“Good idea.” I nod.
Greyson taps, taps, taps on the door in a series of knocks that appear deliberate. “Go ahead and open it now. It’s a special knock Grant and I perfected as kids when we got sent to our rooms.”
“You get in trouble a lot as a kid?” Raven asks.
“Alpha pups are the worst.” He chuckles.
Raven and I each grab an end of the bar over the door and lift it away into the hallway.
“Greyson?” There’s a muffled shout from the other side of the door.
“It’s me. Tell your wolves to stand down. We’re coming in,” Greyson calls back.
“Stand down,” Grant barks.
I pull open the door to a wall of four large shifters. I raise a brow at the men.
“You think you’d stand half a chance against what’s beating at the gates of the underworld? You don’t stand half a chance against me.” I shake my head.
“Oh, we know we couldn’t beat you or Raven separately and have zero chance of taking you down together. You’re a couple of badasses.” Grant pushes between the two men in the middle.
“Glad you recognize that,” Raven says with a nod.
“I’ve heard the stories about the two of you from two other alphas.” Grant waves his men away. “They’re friends of the packs. Calm the fuck down.”
“Do you have new bodyguards?” I ask. “I don’t think these guys were with you before.”
“They requested to stay behind after the last incident.” Grant runs a hand through his hair.
“Oh, you mean when they got their asses kicked by females?” I ask with a laugh.
“Yeah, they weren’t exactly thrilled with the prospect of that happening again,” Grant says.
“I’m sure they weren’t.”
Two of the guys snicker and I can’t help but laugh myself. That had to be murder on their egos. I bet everyone got a good laugh out of that.
“Okay, so what’s the word on the coming shifter war?” I ask.
Grant scans our group until his gaze lands on Kira. He cocks his head to the side, studying her for a moment, and Draven shifts from foot to foot.
“Grant, what’s going on?” Greyson glances between his brother and Kira curiously. “Why are you looking at Kira like that?”
Grant takes a step toward her ignoring Greyson’s question. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”
