“Wolf,” he addressed Louis, who did not appear to be interested in anything other than violence. “How about we make this interesting?” Louis paused, but stayed in character with a bloodthirsty glare. “If you win this, I leave you and yours alone. For good.”
“And if you win?” Louis asked in a low growl, fully embodying Lucian.
“I take one of yours.” Pantomiming eeny meeny miny moe between all three members of Bad Moon Rising, Avi’s finger extended towards Mitch and stopped. “He’ll do.”