Vendetta (Page 30)

In some way, the DNA of the Elemaiyan race could overcome that introduced from Aedan and Adele. He suspected it was the reason that those with a quarter or less of that blood managed to keep their mindspeech and misting abilities when they were made vampire. Nathan and Aedan had both known of the experimentation with the older children of vampire-shapeshifter marriages. The shapeshifting ability had not survived the turn, so the experiments were halted. Nathan was glad—the female shapeshifters hadn’t survived the turn attempts, either. Wlodek had shut down that side of the experiment quickly, and that meant Nathan’s girls were safe. He would never tell Wlodek that his youngest seemed to have mindspeech. Ashe would keep that secret, too. Nathan wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did. It made him feel worse that he’d betrayed Ashe and Aedan.

The only reason Wlodek didn’t know that Ashe wasn’t susceptible to compulsion was that Aedan, as his sire, had commanded it. A command from a sire overrode any other commands. Nathan was compelled to obey. This new information, however, Aedan didn’t have and Nathan was forced to report it to the Head of the Council.

* * *

Ashe had seen so many things. Obediah Tanner hadn’t gotten all of his animals for the hunt through Mexico. Polar Bears and other northern exotics, as well as shapeshifters aplenty had been funneled through Canada with the help of the Casper Pack. Dexter Beesley had brought that lucrative business with him when he’d moved to Colorado, shortly after his former Packmaster had been killed and one of Obediah’s cronies had taken over.

They’d all filtered across the southern border over the years, joining Ezekiel’s end of the operation. Dexter was the last of the Pack remaining in the U.S., now. Matt Michaels listened impassively as Dan and Keith, Packmaster and Second, spilled everything they knew after Ashe placed compulsion. They also revealed the names of several in the Boulder Pack who were involved with the smuggling ring. They’d suspected Dexter of the killings, but the money had started to come so they’d looked the other way.

"Ashe, go with Trajan, son," Weldon nodded to Ashe. "We have business to take care of." Ashe walked out of the building with Winkler’s second.

"They’ll be sent to North Dakota," Trajan squinted in the clear, bright sunlight once they were outside again. "Weldon will likely call in the Denver Pack. He knows the Second there really well. They’ll send guards."

"What will they do? Are they sentenced already?" Ashe looked at Trajan curiously.

"The Grand Master or the Packmaster lays the charges according to Pack Law, kid. And then pronounces them guilty. They can say what they want in their defense then. It’s a lot of whining and blaming somebody else, usually. That’s why they asked me to take you out of there. I don’t like listening to it either."

"They killed a lot of shifters, Trajan."

"I know. If the shifters had a Council, they could demand restitution."

"Then the shifters need a Council."

"Maybe they do." Trajan didn’t tell Ashe of Bear Wright’s plans. If the old grizzly was successful, Star Cove could become shapeshifter central.

"When are we leaving for D.C.?" Ashe changed the subject.

"Tomorrow morning. We have a hotel set up in Denver for the night. Winkler and Weldon will have dinner with wolves from the Denver Pack. After they round up all the guilty parties from Boulder, that is. They’ll be shipped off to North Dakota tonight."

When Winkler, Weldon, Trace and Matt walked out of the building half an hour later, Weldon and Matt’s bodyguards weren’t with them. "Sent ’em out the back way with the bad guys," Trace said, grinning at Ashe’s unspoken question. "We had a few from the Denver Pack waiting out back, too. Don’t want ’em to get away from us."

* * *

"Mom, the only other place I’d like to live right now is Star Cove," Randy said over the phone. His mother had waited a week before calling him. Dawn had asked him to come live with her in New Mexico. Again.

"I think I can get a transfer to the Corpus Christi Post Office or one of the surrounding cities. Pack your bags, hon; I’ll have this done before the week’s out." His mother was completely serious, Randy knew.

"I have to have a job, Mom," Randy muttered, although the lure of living in Star Cove with many of his old friends appealed greatly.

"I have some money put back and there’s still some of your father’s insurance money left. We’ll use that until you find work. It shouldn’t be difficult—you’re good at what you do."

"Let me talk to my boss," Randy sighed.

* * *

Ashe picked at his dinner. Trace and Trajan had taken him to a restaurant near the hotel while Winkler and the others had gone to a steak place recommended by the Denver Packmaster. "Ashe, if the chicken isn’t any good, we’ll send it back," Trajan offered.

"It’s okay," Ashe said, setting his fork down. An uncertain feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach. Somehow, something had gone awry with his parents. He’d hoped to bring his father home with his mother. Something—he couldn’t say exactly what—had wrecked that opportunity. His life was shifting and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. "I feel sick," Ashe lurched from his seat at the table, rushing toward the restrooms on the other side of the restaurant.

* * *

"We can’t get anything out of him," Trajan spoke with Winkler over the phone. "Other than the dry heaves."

"I think there’s a physician’s assistant in the Denver Pack. Should I send him over?"

"The kid doesn’t want anybody to touch him for some reason. He’s not happy about something, boss."

"We’re nearly finished here," Winkler said. "I’ll come back and talk to Ashe."

* * *

A part of Ashe felt embarrassment over the queasiness; another part felt the deepest of sadness. He sat in the back seat of Trajan’s rented car, head in hands, wondering if he’d make it to the hotel without heaving again. He made it, by the barest of margins.

* * *

"Father, I received this." Charles handed the letter addressed to Flavio of the Council to his vampire sire. Flavio lifted the envelope from Charles’s fingers. "Father, the Honored One refused to give Aedan Evans an extension on his marriage. Everyone else who asked received one."

"You’ve already read this?" Flavio lifted the flap. Charles seldom called Flavio father, unless he wanted something very important from his vampire sire.

"You asked that I screen all your mail that comes through this address."

"Yes, I did, didn’t I?" Flavio sat on Charles’s guest chair. Charles’s office furniture was seventeenth century German and quite sturdy.