Anita's brows rose a touch in recognition of his pack name. Its consonance made it a very canine-sounding word, but that wasn't what gave her pause. She'd heard from Edward what had happened to them, and she had to quell a sudden flash of anger at the brutality of the hunters who had wiped out the entire pack. She and the assassin had had to bring down a few big game hunters in St. Louis a while back, who'd taken to hunting weres for sport, and it was just...unconscionable.
"I didn't know if there were any Stormr Konungr wolves left."