"Nikolas. The man's voice was deep, rough, and familiar. Nikolas's flare of aggression subsided as he realized the approaching figure was Rhys. 'When you weren't here to greet us, we got worried. 'I ran into a pack of Hounds, Nikolas replied tersely. Rhys hesitated. 'Is everything ok? 'They're dead. I'm not. Situation handled."