Thyme stopped and was silent for an uncomfortably long moment. "It wouldn't be Ghost sending Kai, Brie." There was another long moment of silence. "It would be me. That's why those Wolves backed off. Because when you're face to face with the werecat who leads PM, that's what you do." Without waiting for a response, Thyme removed his shirt and reached up to a patch on his neck. It had been there as long as they'd known each other, and Thyme had told her it was over a wound from a poisoned knife that wouldn't let it close. When the patch peeled away, it revealed a brand on his neck that read simply 'PM1'.<br/>"Ghost has a tattoo that says PM2. We got them when I became our leader and we realized we needed a way to keep Kai from becoming one of us. I've been leading PM for years, but Ghost is more intimidating that I am and I wanted to keep you safe, so he's been the figurehead in order for me to only leave HQ when absolutely necessary."<br/>The truth was out, and Thyme stood staring at her. "...I know how you feel about PM. I've talked with your brother...and I can leave, Brie. But if I do, Ghost can't. Not for a long time." He didn't know what else to say.