them when they were too busy to do it on their own. Dallas didn’t much care for his sister being anything but a mate, but he knew better than to say anything. “Let’s get them out of here and call whoever we need to so they can get claimed.” Dallas pulled out his cell phone as he walked away. “I’m calling the were brigade to see what they can do for us.” Eight hours later they were just heading back. Dallas wanted to do nothing more than take a long, hot shower and crawl into bed. He was met at the door by not only Alexis, but Stacy, his mom, and CJ, who grinned at him. “We have to talk.” Christ, would this day never end?
Chapter 6
“The council said that Sterling has been a problem for some time. But as they didn’t have any proof they decided to wait.” Austin was pacing as he spoke. He had his family sitting around the large pack table and couldn’t seem to think past the bodies in the grave. “Why? I mean, I’ve been there. How can they not think the guy is abusing his people?” Connor handed out the pictures that he’d shown Austin when he’d gotten back. “Those alone should show that he’s not a good pack leader.” “But the council didn’t see those places.” He tossed a folder on the table. “They saw those houses. With clean, well fed people in them. People who couldn’t say enough good things about their leader.” He watched them spread the pictures on the table and see what they’d been told. When Austin had tried to tell the council what he’d heard from Georgia he’d been reprimanded for taking in another wolf’s fold without permission. After today they had a different story. “So what do they think now? Do we go in and…shit. Look at this picture.” Phil tossed the picture in the middle of the table and then stood up. He went to the file that still lay on the counter. “Yeah, I thought so. It’s the same woman. Here.” Phil pointed to the woman in the front door to a very lovely two-story home and then to the driver’s licenses they’d found in the box. It was the same woman. And her identification said she was from this area. “Is he taking people from other packs and setting them up in these homes…to what? Make a good impression? Then he kills them off when they’ve done what he needed?” No one answered Myles. “That’s just sick. Not only that, but isn’t there some sort of pack law that prohibits abuse of your subjects?” “Very good, grasshopper,” Phil said sardonically. “That’s pretty much the law for any group or species. When our kind is caught treating people like this he’s staked to the ground, pissed on, and then watched from a safe distance as the sun takes care of him or her.” Myles flushed. “Sorry. Still thinking like a cop. What I don’t understand is how did he know to set this up? Did they tell him they were coming?” Austin nodded. “Pretty much. It’s considered ‘uncivilized’ to go to a pack without announcing yourself.” Austin noticed that Stacy was looking at the pictures with more interest than he thought necessary. When she looked up at Dallas he knew they were talking and wondered if it was something they all should know. When Dallas nodded she turned to him. “I know where this is. It’s about four or five miles from where the bodies were found.” She looked down at the picture with the woman in the doorway. “This is someone I’ve seen on this land. She said she wasn’t poaching, but she was just…she said she had gotten lost. I thought she was afraid, but she left before I could speak to her about it.” “When did you see her? It would help, love, if you could remember.” Everyone looked at Dallas who had growled low to the vampire when he’d asked. “Oh sorry. I keep forgetting how possessive you wolves can be. Would it help if I said ‘Where did you see her, bitch, tell me now?” Phil shook his head. “Morons.” “Oh like you blood suckers aren’t. And that’s