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pack?”
“Significant. More than a two hundred wolves dead—many women and children.” The information had Grinder growling, but he got himself under control.
Diesel swirled the whiskey in his glass. “What do you know of the Russian wolves involved?”
“Not much.” Julian reached into a pocket and pulled out his phone. He pulled up something on the screen then slid it across to him. “This one is nearly identical to the wolf taken in Cassius’ territory.”
Nearly identical. Diesel studied the image. The man had a Slavic look to him, light hair, dark eyes.
“The next image is of the child they used in the attack on Sutter Butte.”
Child? Diesel swiped his thumb across the screen then studied the delicate looking girl with the dead eyes. The lack of any emotion or animation sent a ripple of distaste through him. Only one pack in Russia he knew of used children as infiltrators. “Volchitsa.”
“You know them?”
“Not them, specifically.” Diesel slid the phone back. “But only one of the Russian packs would use someone so small to do so much damage. They raise them to be infiltrators—usually orphans, with no family group to protect them. They are trained from infancy then sent out to other packs to gather information.” Information. Targets. The little ones could do so much damage. “Malyutka have no future, no desire, no goal, save for the one they are given. Where is this one now?”
“Serafina Andre has her in Delta Crescent.”
“They should kill it.” Harsh, and even saying it aloud made him sick.
“She’s only a child.” Julian took the phone back.
“No, she is Malyutka. If her goal is to create chaos, she will try in Delta Crescent. If it is to kill an Alpha, she will do that as well.” His southern brethren would not understand, as with the damn Italian wolf they’d allowed to take up residence with her sixth pack. They would never see the child as a threat.
“It doesn’t matter what name you give her.” Julian’s tone suggested he didn’t disagree with the sentiment. “She’s a child. They will not kill her. Besides, she’s young enough. Perhaps in time…”
After draining his whiskey, Diesel set the glass down on the desk. “The only thing time grants them is it allows child to gather more information and grow. She will only get stronger. More determined.”
“Nothing we can do about that.” Sober understanding passed between them. Perhaps Julian had not strayed so far from who they’d been as boys. “I will carry your words to them, cousin.” The reminder of who they were to each other didn’t soften his stance. “They will not follow that advice any more than they followed it about Three Rivers.”
So be it . “What of the male?”
“Cassius agreed with your take on that one. My last contact with Brett said he was interrogating the wolf. Afterward, they’ll execute him. It may already be done.”
Good. Then the threat near the child of his pack had been eliminated.
“He won’t take chances with Colby’s safety or his pack. Not after what all has happened before.” Julian eyed the bottle, so Diesel uncapped it and refilled their glasses.
They saluted then drained them, and Julian refilled them again. The spread of the whiskey in his system heated his blood and chased away the last remnants of the chill. Diesel leaned back in his chair. “They will not come for me, Julian.”
“I know.” The other wolf shrugged. “Your fellow Alphas don’t understand. Most are too young to know the reasons why.”
Diesel smiled faintly. “Good. Don’t educate them. It was a long time ago.” Too long, and too forgotten by time. They needed to leave it there. “How much longer do you plan to stay?”
“I can leave in a day. We have to identify where the wolves are coming in…and deal with Three Rivers.” The admission didn’t surprise Diesel.
“So, they have finally come around?”
“To a point,” the Chief Enforcer admitted. “If they are
“Significant. More than a two hundred wolves dead—many women and children.” The information had Grinder growling, but he got himself under control.
Diesel swirled the whiskey in his glass. “What do you know of the Russian wolves involved?”
“Not much.” Julian reached into a pocket and pulled out his phone. He pulled up something on the screen then slid it across to him. “This one is nearly identical to the wolf taken in Cassius’ territory.”
Nearly identical. Diesel studied the image. The man had a Slavic look to him, light hair, dark eyes.
“The next image is of the child they used in the attack on Sutter Butte.”
Child? Diesel swiped his thumb across the screen then studied the delicate looking girl with the dead eyes. The lack of any emotion or animation sent a ripple of distaste through him. Only one pack in Russia he knew of used children as infiltrators. “Volchitsa.”
“You know them?”
“Not them, specifically.” Diesel slid the phone back. “But only one of the Russian packs would use someone so small to do so much damage. They raise them to be infiltrators—usually orphans, with no family group to protect them. They are trained from infancy then sent out to other packs to gather information.” Information. Targets. The little ones could do so much damage. “Malyutka have no future, no desire, no goal, save for the one they are given. Where is this one now?”
“Serafina Andre has her in Delta Crescent.”
“They should kill it.” Harsh, and even saying it aloud made him sick.
“She’s only a child.” Julian took the phone back.
“No, she is Malyutka. If her goal is to create chaos, she will try in Delta Crescent. If it is to kill an Alpha, she will do that as well.” His southern brethren would not understand, as with the damn Italian wolf they’d allowed to take up residence with her sixth pack. They would never see the child as a threat.
“It doesn’t matter what name you give her.” Julian’s tone suggested he didn’t disagree with the sentiment. “She’s a child. They will not kill her. Besides, she’s young enough. Perhaps in time…”
After draining his whiskey, Diesel set the glass down on the desk. “The only thing time grants them is it allows child to gather more information and grow. She will only get stronger. More determined.”
“Nothing we can do about that.” Sober understanding passed between them. Perhaps Julian had not strayed so far from who they’d been as boys. “I will carry your words to them, cousin.” The reminder of who they were to each other didn’t soften his stance. “They will not follow that advice any more than they followed it about Three Rivers.”
So be it . “What of the male?”
“Cassius agreed with your take on that one. My last contact with Brett said he was interrogating the wolf. Afterward, they’ll execute him. It may already be done.”
Good. Then the threat near the child of his pack had been eliminated.
“He won’t take chances with Colby’s safety or his pack. Not after what all has happened before.” Julian eyed the bottle, so Diesel uncapped it and refilled their glasses.
They saluted then drained them, and Julian refilled them again. The spread of the whiskey in his system heated his blood and chased away the last remnants of the chill. Diesel leaned back in his chair. “They will not come for me, Julian.”
“I know.” The other wolf shrugged. “Your fellow Alphas don’t understand. Most are too young to know the reasons why.”
Diesel smiled faintly. “Good. Don’t educate them. It was a long time ago.” Too long, and too forgotten by time. They needed to leave it there. “How much longer do you plan to stay?”
“I can leave in a day. We have to identify where the wolves are coming in…and deal with Three Rivers.” The admission didn’t surprise Diesel.
“So, they have finally come around?”
“To a point,” the Chief Enforcer admitted. “If they are
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