“Got it. Go on,” Jackson said.
“The other type of complaint is criminal which is what you filed against Silver Point. In your complaint, you laid out your claims of the crimes committed by your uncle but what you did not do was to include what you wanted as compensation. The reason it was not included is that the alleged acts of Silver Point are a crime under shifter law and the punishment for committing a particular crime is prescribed by law. The High Council Criminal Court is bound by those laws and you can’t ask for a civil settlement in addition to the punishment for the crime if your uncle is found guilty.”
“So, if I understand you correctly,” Jackson said, “my uncle doesn’t have the right to demand that I’m stripped of title to the Fox River pack land nor ask for guardianship of Daniel.”
“Correct.”
“What’s your advice about how we should handle this?” asked Steel.
“First,” said Penn, “I would challenge his complaint because it has civil elements and demand the complaint be resubmitted in accordance with shifter law…but not until you are near the end of the 60-day period. In fact, I recommend you take advantage of the right to request additional time to file your response, thereby delaying the whole process.”
“But what does that do except to have it hanging over my head for a longer time,” asked Jackson.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Penn said, “but it would seem you don’t have the proof showing you’re innocent of the crimes your uncle is claiming you committed.”
Jackson looked at Steel and shook his head. It was an impromptu trip at the last minute and no one knew he and his brothers had taken it. “You’re right,” Jackson said.
“Then the additional time will help you find it. You have the right to at least two extensions…maybe three…before I file a motion asking the complaint to be dismissed because it has been incorrectly filed. Once I do that, and if the High Council grants my motion, your uncle will have to start all over. And I mean from the beginning which will give you another 60 days and at least two more extensions.”
“Okay, got that,” Jackson said. “Let’s say I find the proof that shows my uncle’s complaint to be a lie and the High Council dismisses it. That won’t help my reputation or my brothers’. Just the allegations we committed the murders will always be on the record. How can we clear our names?”
“We’re getting a little ahead of everything, but I do understand your worry. Okay, if you produce clear evidence you and your brothers did not commit the alleged acts, I’ll file a motion with the High Council asking them to put the complaint under seal so anyone who wants to see it must seek permission from the High Council to view your uncle’s complaint.”
“I guess that’ll do,” Jackson said. “So, I should do nothing for now except work on finding the evidence to prove our innocence, is that right?”
“Yes. Try not to worry too much about this now as hard as that may be. We have a long way to go before this complaint ever gets heard by the High Council.”
“Right,” said Steel. “Thanks buddy, if we have any more questions, we’ll call you. But in the meantime, Jackson and I will find the proof that’s needed.”
“Yes, Penn, thank you. I appreciate you taking the time,” Jackson said.
“Always. Talk to you later,” Penn said.
“Bye, Penn,” Jackson and his mate said in unison before Steel ended the call.
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Dakota was late in bringing Logan his lunch but after everything that happened that day, his brother was lucky it wasn’t delayed until dinnertime. Chuckling to himself, he knocked on his brother’s studio door. Wrinkling his nose, Dakota could smell the odor from the room all the way into the hallway. Waiting for permission to enter, he suddenly realized what Logan was doing in there and his chuckles turned to belly shaking laughter.
Not hearing anything, Dakota wondered if he should just leave the food outside the door. Certainly, Logan would smell it—or maybe not. The over powering smell of…
“Come in,” Logan called.
Dakota opened the door and was suddenly engulfed by the powerful scent of cum. “Holy shit, Logan, what the fuck are you doing up here?” Dakota exclaimed as he pushed the cart inside. “It smells as if you’ve been having a week-long fuck party here with twenty dudes. Even mydorm room never smelled this bad and I fucked all the time.” Wheeling the cart over to the conference table where numerous drawings were scattered, Dakota glanced at his brother. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. “Fuck! What’s happened to you?”
Chapter 8
“What the fuck do you mean?” snarled Logan.
“Cool it, bro. Have you seen how you look? And what’s with the smell? Open a window! I can smell your spunk all the way out in the hall. What’s going on?”
Logan slumped down on his drafting chair. “Honestly, I’m not sure, but for the last two weeks, I keep getting hard…day and night. No matter what I do, it won’t go down,” Logan said as he smacked the offending part of him. “I jerk off to find some relief, but it doesn’t take long before I’m hard again.”
“You said it’s been happening for the last two weeks?”
“Yes.”
“What are you thinking about when you get hard?”
