“Did you always want to be an enforcer?”
“Always, much to my father’s dismay. He had hopes I’d join him in politics but that wasn’t for me. Being a politician means too many compromises to be made about what’s right and what’s necessary. Don’t get me wrong…I know how hard it is on my father when he’s forced into a decision that’s not 100% right. I understand the reasons for it…I just don’t want to be bound by those rules.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“All over. My father had numerous postings all over the world as the High Council Wolf Representative. My mother and I always went with him. It was a great childhood. I saw a lot of the world and met many different shifters as I grew up.”
“Different shifters? Like dragons?”
“Yes, like dragons,” Dylon said with a smile. “Why? Do you like dragons?”
“Yeah, but not as fanatically as Jackson. They remind me of my mother, that’s all.”
“Okay, I have to ask. Why do dragons remind you of your mother?”
Cody’s cheeks turned red and he ducked his head, embarrassed about this childhood memory.
“Come on, tell me, my pet,” Dylon prodded.
“My mom would sing us a song about dragons when I was little.”
“Which one?”
“Puff the Magic Dragon.”
“I know that one. A dragon babysitter I had would sing it to me every night before I went to sleep when I was five years old.”
“Wow, how cool is that! Jackson would be green with envy! A dragon babysitter! He was so into dragons when we were young. Tell me more about the places you lived.”
“Wherever there were wolf shifters…South America, Mexico, Africa, Russia, Northern Canada, Italy, Spain, Japan, China, places in the Middle East and a few countries I don’t remember because I was too young.”
“Holy shit! That’s fantastic! When Steel took my brother to San Francisco for his babymoon, Jackson bought me a book about the history of all the different wolf shifters in the world. I love it and I’ve been reading it a little at a time.”
“What were you studying in college?”
“I was studying to become a social worker. When I was eleven, I read a story in the High Council monthly journal about wolf pups not wanted by their families for one reason or another. I knew right then I wanted to give them all a good childhood. In another year, the trust fund my grandparents left for me will be mine and I plan to set up a home for them. It would be a real home with each wolf pup getting his or her own room but still part of a family. They would never be shuffled to different places at a moment’s notice, having to start all over. They’d be educated and be taken care of by resident elderly wolf couples who are alone but still want to feel useful. In short, each unwanted wolf pup would be welcomed and wanted by me.”
Dylon was astonished at the change that came over his mate as he talked about his inheritance plans. Sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, wide smile—and he could feel Cody’sexcitement through their life thread.Oh, my gods! He is so fucking gorgeous when he is like this! How was I so lucky to get this mate?“I love your idea! How far along are you in making it a reality?”
“Not very far. Until I can control the impact of my visions, I can’t move forward,” Cody said, lowering his head, “I would never want to bring a pup here only to have his world turned upside down if I…”
“Now, none of that, my pet. I promise it will get better. We will talk more tomorrow about your plans and your brothers.”
“Oops. You wanted to know about my brothers.”
“Yes, but that can wait. Right now, it’s time for your spanking. I’m sorry it’s after lunch; however, tomorrow you will receive it first thing in the morning. Understand?”
Cody slipped back into his submissive role. “Yes sir.”
“Come on, my pet,” Dylon said as he stood, holding out his hand for Cody.
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Sitting in Steel’s office with Daniel sleeping nearby in the portable crib, Jackson said to his mate, “I gave Dylon permission to contact his enforcer friends to see if they knew of any new hires who came from Silver Point.”
“I take it you don’t think he’ll find out much.”
“Well, I’ve thought it over and looked at it from all sides and I keep coming back to the same answer. I don’t believe the enforcers who participated in the massacre are alive anymore.”
