"Mikhail, we can do this another time." Dante tries to take control, apparently for my sake. "I don't want you upsetting her." "I want to hear this, Dante." I grab his forearm, making him stay put. "Don't you think I deserve an explanation?"
"Of course." Dante nods. "It's just— it might not be what you want to hear."
"I knew your grandfather, Alanna." Mikhail interrupts. "We fought together. He was part of the Lycan Council, before he became a nomad."
I forget to breathe for a few seconds, feeling like I've been knocked sideways. Of all the things I was expecting, I wasn't ready for memories of my grandfather to be dredged up once more. "Right. Everyone seemed to know Grandpa. You. Dante." I gesture to my mate. "Thomas Martino was my best friend, Aly. In fact, he was the only true friend I had. This job doesn't come with much popularity."