“First things first. We are having a Clan Council meeting here at our Maine compound. Next Friday at noon.” He took a chance, but as head of the Council, he knew he had latitude. “Be there, and be prepared to present your claims and evidence, or forfeit any and all claims, past, present, and future.”
“What?” the older man sputtered.
Daniel let him rage for about ten seconds before he interrupted him again with as calm a tone as he could muster. Just the sound of the dude’s voice made his skin crawl. “You have our conditions, Abernathy. If you wish your challenges to be heard, you must present them and evidence, in person, at our Clan Council meeting. If you aren’t there, we will declare a forfeit. This is your only option. We get to set the terms of hearing the challenges. You know that.”
A moment of silence passed through the connection. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with, pup,” the man said in a growly tone.
Daniel let out a laugh. “Dude, you have no clue who you’re fucking with.” Daniel hung up on him.
That felt fucking goooood.
After he pulled his thoughts together, he called Jocko and the Council members and updated all of them. Once finished with those chores he stood and stretched.
“Oh, pet!” he called. “Is the playroom ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” he heard Callie respond from the other end of the house.
He smiled as he walked toward the office door. “Good girl.”
Chapter Fourteen
Ain hung up the phone and stared out over the pasture. He’d been fixing a broken strand of barbed wire on one of the fences when Blackie’s call came through. He wasn’t looking forward to a return trip to Maine regardless of how many assurances Blackie gave him.
At least I know he’s a man of his word.
Too bad he couldn’t say the same about Abernathy.
He called Mark.
“I didn’t rat you out, I swear,” his friend said as soon as he answered.
Ain smiled. “I know. Blackie told me. That fucker Abernathy just won’t give up, will he?”
“Nope. I would love to know exactly who his spy is,” Mark said with more than a little growl in his tone. “I’d love to run them out of town on a rail.”
“Settle down. I don’t think it was a local. I think it was that guy Elain saw a couple of times. The same one Lina calls Fat Boy. Lina thinks he’s the one who killed Bertholde out in Yellowstone.”
“Oh. So when are we leaving?”
“Sooner rather than later. I’ll let you know, but probably in the next day or two. I want a chance to plan while we’re up there. I also want to bring Wally, Doug, and Oscar in on this, too, if they can make it.”
“No problem. I think that’s wise.”
“If Abernathy thinks he’s just going to walk in there and take Elain and Mai, he’d better think again.” Ain had to fight to keep the growl out of his voice.
“That’s exactly what he thinks, because he doesn’t understand how a closely knit pack works. Or a closely knit Clan. He’s been on his own for so long he thinks he’s invincible.”
“He’s wrong.”
“You and I both know that. Like Blackie said, we have to put on a show before we put him out of our misery.”
Ain ended the call and put his cell away. He had to complete the fence repair before he could do anything. An hour later, he drove to the main barn and found Brodey.
Brodey frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Trouble.”
Brodey cocked his head, his expression darkening. “I need more than that, bro.”
Ain sighed. “I only want to tell it once. We need everyone together in the house. And I mean everyone. Are the women home yet?” Elain, Lina, and Carla had taken Mai out again that morning. This time just into Arcadia, where all of them were getting their hair and nails done.
“If not, they should be soon. This doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not. Let’s go.”
Cail was at the house in his office and doing paperwork for the ranch. When Ain and Brodey stepped inside his office, he immediately sensed there was a problem. “What’s going on?”
“Don’t know,” Brodey said. “Ain won’t tell me yet.”
Ain glared at Brodey but let it go. “We need everyone together to talk. Five minutes, in the dining room.”
“Everyone?”
Ain nodded. “Including Lina and her guys. And Micah and Carla and…everyone.”
Cail stood, his expression now equally dark. “Oookay.”
It took a little longer than five minutes to get everyone together, but with a few extra chairs dragged into the dining room from the kitchen and elsewhere, they were ready. Ain looked at everyone and did a quick head count. Brodey and Cail. Elain, Carla, and Liam. Lina, Rick, Jan, Kael, and Zack. Micah, Jim, and Mai.
His family.
His pack.
How could it be that just a few months ago he wondered if they’d ever find their One, and now they had a mate as well as a whole new extended family?
He took a deep breath. “Please let me get through the whole story before anyone starts asking questions or saying anything, all right? I know what I’m about to say is going to be both upsetting but not unexpected.” When everyone had nodded, he continued.
By the time he finished telling the latest events, all the men wore nearly identical dark, murderous expressions, and the women appeared worried.
Poor Mai looked nearly hysterical. “Do we really have to go?” she asked.
Micah put his arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, we do. It’s okay.” He looked at Ain. “You’ll be safe. I promise.”
Ain nodded. “Absolutely. I have Blackie’s word that even if he has to rule against us, he will take care of it on the back end. Unfortunately, I agree with him that we have to make it look legit. We can’t afford the Abernathys picking up any allies because someone thinks we rigged the Council hearing.”
“I won’t go with Abernathy,” Elain said. She looked around the table before looking back at Ain. “I flat will not go with him if Daniel has to rule against us.”
Ain nodded. “Babe, please. Stay calm. This will be okay, but we have to stick together and work together.” He looked at Brodey. “Please get in touch with Wally, Oscar, and Doug. Fill them in and see if they can meet us up in Maine on Wednesday.”
He nodded and left the table.
“So how do you want to handle this?” Rick asked him. “Make it look like Abernathy had a ‘tragic accident’ on his way to the meeting?”
Lina laughed and cracked her knuckles. “Ooh, pick me! Pick me!”
Ain smiled. “No, that would be too obvious. Don’t worry, we will have a plan in place by the time the Council meeting happens.”
“I want another shot at those cockatrice, too,” Lina said. “Maybe we can get a twofer. Take care of Abernathy and frame the cockatrice for it.”
“You realize you’re talking about murder, don’t you?” Carla asked.
Lina smiled at her. “Mom, trust me, if you knew exactly what those bastards have done throughout history, you’d understand why we’re upset.”
Zack agreed. “As a whole, they make guys like Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer look like sweethearts you’d want for a son-in-law.”
Carla looked a little queasy at that. “If you say so.”
Elain tried to put her mind at ease. “We’re just making sure the karma bus runs over them a few times and leaves plenty of tire tread all over their backs.”
When they finished talking, it was agreed they would leave for Maine the next afternoon. Brodey hadn’t returned yet. Elain hunted him down and found him on the phone in Cail’s office. She closed the office door behind her and perched on the corner of the desk until he finished his call.