“Already on it,” Riley said. “Most will be easy to get, but some are restricted—confidential…only the High Council has access to them.”
“I could request to see them through the agency,” asked Glenn.
“Not if you’re on vacation,” said Riley. “However, Dylon Royd might be able to…especially if he still has his security clearance.”
Tapping his fingers on the desk, Glenn juggled different scenarios in his mind, before responding, “Maybe…but that’s my last choice.”
Riley smirked. “You have no intention of working with Dylon, do you?”
“Nope. As I said before, the Blackwood Pack has no idea what they’d be dealing with…and I refuse to be responsible for any of them getting hurt.”
“But you trained Dylon…certainly he knows what can happen,” Riley said.
“He’s not the same person I trained and, until I can figure out why he suddenly has off-the-fucking-charts strength, I prefer to keep him out of the loop. Don’t forget, he was an enforcer for Josiah.”
“You saying he’s a danger to your mother?” asked Riley.
“No, not at all…I didn’t detect any lies…and he’s the Fated Mate of Cody so I know he won’t do anything to hurt anyone in the pack, but…”
“Better safe than sorry,” Riley chuckled.
“That’s true…but it’s more like he’s a mystery…and I don’t like mysteries.”
“Do you think his father can shed some light on it?” asked Riley.
“I don’t know,” Glenn mused. “Maybe I should drop in and visit my mother.”
“Ahh, so that’s the real reason you didn’t fight your mother’s decision too hard,” Riley grinned. “She’s your way to investigate the members of the Blackwood Pack.”
“No,” Glenn said, “I agreed because my mother would do what she wanted, no matter what I thought. But you have to admit, it’s a perfect set-up to find out more about a pack that the gods entrusted the High Priest to.”
“Just don’t let your mother find out…she’ll tan your hide,” Riley said, chuckling.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Glenn muttered. “C’mon, let’s grab a bite before I leave.”
“If you’re payin’, I’m eatin’,” Riley said, grinning.
“Cheapskate.”
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After saying good night to Galen and Eamon, Carson headed downstairs where his mate was waiting for him. He wasn’t looking forward to their discussion but he knew Jackson was right. If he didn’t prepare Remy for Oracle’s visit, then it would look like he was intentionally keeping secrets from his mate. Entering the living room, he smiled at Remy, and joined him on the sofa.
“How many stories did you have to read to them?” Remy asked.
“Just two,” Carson grinned. “I’m very familiar with that technique…my younger siblings used the ‘please, just one more’ on me many times, before I put an end to it,” replied Carson, giving his mate a kiss.
“You must tell me how you got away only reading two,” Remy said, handing a mug of tea to his mate.
Grinning, Carson whispered in his mate’s ear, “Maybe I will, after you claim me.”
A shiver of lust shook Remy’s body. It took every bit of restraint he possessed not to grab the mug from his mate’s hand and drag him up to their bedroom to claim him. But it would have to wait. Right now, according to his mate, they needed to talk. “Don’t tease me or this conversation is going to be very short indeed.”
“Hmmm,” Carson murmured, ignoring his wayward cock. Shaking his head slightly, he focused on what he needed to say. “Remy, tomorrow Oracle will arrive…”
“An Oracle? Really? How do you know an Oracle?” Remy asked.
“Two of my brothers are mates to her two sons. Jackson, my Alpha—and also my oldest brother…is mated to Steel, Oracle’s oldest son. Dakota, who’s younger than me, is mated to Slate, her other son. She and her husband are also members of my pack.”
