that knowledge, Saul was fuming by the time they
reached pack lands. When the car stopped in front of the Alpha mansion and his
would-be guards let him out, Saul couldn't help but snarl at them. "Calm
down," Finn told him. "You're not doing yourself any favors."
"Shut the fuck up, Finn," Saul growled. "I'm
not in the mood to deal with your self-righteous crap."
Finn bared his teeth, exposing his elongated canines. Saul
mimicked his brother, his skin already rippling with power, with the incipient
change. They would have undoubtedly started to fight if their father, Pack
Alpha Dean Simmons, hadn't shown up.
"Finn, I gave you specific instructions to reason with
your brother," he said. "I didn't say to escort him here like you
would some sort of criminal."
Saul could barely suppress a smirk of satisfaction, while
Finn's shoulders slumped. "But the elders..." he tried to protest.
"I am the Alpha here, not them. I take the final
decision, and you obey me not them. Is that clear?"
His father spoke calmly, but the heavy weight of the Alpha
voice brought everyone except Finn and Saul to their knees. Still, both of them
bowed as per the custom. "I understand, Father," Finn said.
A female figure rushed from behind them and pounced on Finn,
embracing him tightly. "Welcome home, Finn," she said.
Normally, Saul would have made some acerbic comment regarding
the behavior of Finn's mate. He'd never liked Lisbet, and the feeling was
completely mutual. He held his tongue
now, because his newly mated status made him feel somehow more empathetic to
the bond between Finn and Lisbet.
Turning toward his father, he asked, "Can we just get
this over with? Finn has refused to tell me what I'm accused of."
"You attacked a human in broad daylight, in the center
of the city," Lisbet replied in his father's stead. "You exposed your
werewolf nature to that human. How can you even—"
"Lisbet, that's quite enough," Saul's father
interrupted her. "Hold your tongue and remember your place. Saul, come
with me."
Saul followed behind his father as the other man entered the
mansion. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that Lisbet had been the
spy. "She's lying," he said.
"So you didn't attack a human then?" his father
inquired without looking at him.
"It's... complicated," Saul replied. "It was
hardly an event worth noticing. It was in the dead of night, and the guy
insulted me."
His father hummed thoughtfully, but didn't say anything else.
They veered off their current corridor and walked up to a small, almost
invisible door. As they stepped through it, they entered the private interior
garden that was always used for private meetings involving the Alpha or the
elders.
The elders were already there, in their shifter form, their
graying fur attesting their age. As Saul and his father approached, they
changed shapes, abandoning their wolf forms for their human ones. It was very
rare for them to do that—as a rule, they just stayed in their shifted form.
Then again, as a rule, they stayed the fuck out of pack business.
His father shot him a warning glance, and Saul acknowledged
his father's silent command with a nod. He'd do his best to be respectful, but
he had no intention to allow them to walk over him.
"Alpha Simmons, Saul," the oldest of the group, a
former Alpha bitch named Margot said, "thank you for coming."
It wasn't like Saul had been given much choice, but that
seemed beside the point now. "You wanted to see me?" he asked.
"Indeed," a werewolf male named Terrence said.
"It has come to our attention that you've been reckless in your dealings
with the humans. Reputable sources tell us that you've endangered our entire
species through your actions."
Saul snorted. Reputable sources. Right. Terrence would say
that, since Lisbet was his granddaughter. "That's an exaggeration to say
the least. What happened was that—"
"We know what you did," Terrence cut him off.
"Don't humiliate yourself, or us by denying it. You have
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