Josiah sat down. He had to think how he could still use Royd’s son as a bargaining chip. “Where did he go?”
“I don’t know. He just cleared out his stuff and left.”
“Then go find him. I want him back here tomorrow. I don’t care how many men you need…just make sure he’s back here.”
Rudy knew he could never bring Dylon back—not after what he’d ordered his men to do to him.No, the best thing is to make sure the traitor is dead.“Sure boss, I’ll get on it right away.”
Josiah’s eyes narrowed as he watched Rudy leave. His second knew more than he was telling, but what? When he got the call from Royd, he figured he finally had the break he was looking for. Someone on the inside who would make Jackson’s complaint against him go away. First, he would do what his lawyer advised—demand the Blackwood Pack produce an eye witness—and whenJackson failed to do it he would have Dylon talk to his father about dropping the whole matter. So fucking simple—that was until his secretary couldn’t locate the boy within his pack members.
Left? Ha!He bet Rudy fired the boy for some reason?and probably a good one?but he didn’t care. All he wanted was for Dylon to be an enforcer once again for his pack.Maybe even a promotion to head enforcer. Couldn’t hurt to have the Vice Chair’s son as my head enforcer. Josiah leaned back and contemplated all the ways that contact could help him get rid of Jackson and his fucking brothers.
Rudy walked down the hall after leaving Josiah’s office thinking quickly about what he had to do. Find Dylon’s body and bury it—maybe near the abandoned Blackwood Pack house. That way if it was ever found, they could throw the suspicion onto Jackson and his brothers.Claim Jackson and his brothers killed Dylon because he worked for Silver Point. Yeah, this was sounding better already!Now all he had to do was put his plan into action. He walked into the bunk house and called for his head enforcer. “I want you in my office now.”
“Sure boss, lead the way.”
Bruno followed Rudy, curious about what his boss needed. As far as he knew, his team of enforcers was on a semi-vacation ever since the kill order against their Alpha’s nephews had been rescinded. He didn’t know the reason, nor did he care; his job was to make sure his team followed orders and completed missions. Just because they didn’t kill those no-good Blackwood Pack fuckers didn’t mean they failed. No, that was a case of not enough time. Trailing Rudy into his office, Bruno closed the doorbefore heading over to sit in a chair in front of his boss’s desk. Then he waited.
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Steel followed Cody into the house and down the hallway to Jackson’s study. He could see by Cody’s body language the reluctant acceptance of what was about to happen and he was confused. Finding a Fated Mate was a blessing, one of the highest points in a shifter’s life.So, why then does Cody look like he’s walking to the gallows?Steel mulled over everything he knew about Jackson’s brother and other than the glowy meditating thing Cody did—which according to his brothers he’d done his whole life—nothing else stood out.And everyone treats Cody’s meditating as being normal, so what can be upsetting Cody? And would it impact Jackson?Steel was at a loss but it didn’t matter because Cody opened Jackson’s door and stepped inside. He followed and walked over to his mate while Cody took a chair between Oracle and Mystia.
“You wanted to see me?” Cody asked.
“Yes, I’ve been told Dylon, the man in our hospital is your Fated Mate. Do you deny it?” asked Jackson.
“No.”
“Then why haven’t you said anything? Are you rejecting him?”
“No, I’m not. But I think he will reject me.”
“Why?” asked Jackson, “because he’s an enforcer with the Silver Point Pack?”
“No…yes…maybe. But more because of what I am.”
“What do you mean ‘what you are’?”
“Oracle, would you please explain,” Cody asked Steel’s mother.
“Of course,” she said, patting Cody’s arm. “Cody has the ability of foresight…”
“What do you mean?” asked Jackson. “He can see the future?”
“Yes and no. Cody can’t predict what is going to happen today or tomorrow. His visions pertain to specific events and if I am not mistaken, those visions have gotten stronger since your parents were killed.”
“Cody, is that true?” Jackson asked his brother.
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you give me an example of one of these visions?” Jackson asked.
“I will try,” Oracle said. “When Cody was young, his visions were more like dreams and he experienced what would best be described as déjà vu moments. For instance, he would be playing with one of his brothers and something would be said or happen and Cody would realize he knew about it before he heard the words spoken or while it was happening.”
“Is this what his meditating was about?” asked Steel.
“Yes, Cody sees things.”
“What kind of things?”
