Cliff had just come out of the shower when his bedroom door banged open, and his face fell when he realized it wasn’t Taylor. It was Taurus, the Hidden Hills Police Chief. Cliff bit back a curse. He’d hoped to take advantage of having the afternoon off to spend some time with Taylor down at the local swimming hole, but apparently that wasn’t happening. Well, maybe if he hurried.
“We found Patrick’s cousin,” Taurus said. “We’ve got him in the station downtown. James is truth-challenging him right now.”
“On my way.” Cliff muttered a curse under his breath, but sent word to Taylor that he’d be late and headed down to the station.
Patrick’s cousin, Fergus, was a skinny, sullen teenager who leaned against a wall and stared down at the ground when Cliff stalked into the interrogation room where he was being held. Cliff felt his hackles rising immediately.
“Acknowledge your Alpha!” Taurus cuffed him on the back of the head as they walked into the room.
“Yes, sir,” Fergus mumbled. Then he flicked a quick, miserable glance at Cliff. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” he muttered defensively.
Just like a spoiled-brat human teenager. Except werewolves didn’t have the luxury of being entitled, whiny adolescents, because when they did things like run away from their packs, they risked the safety and security of the entire werewolf race. If people knew that werewolves existed, they would panic. The government would step in. Werewolves would be kidnapped, studied in laboratories, imprisoned…and this little punk wanted to pout and feel sorry for himself.
Cliff would be within his rights to kill him on the spot. Most Alphas would. His father would have.
“Report,” he growled at James, who was standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest.
James nodded. “He didn’t turn Taylor; he has no idea who she is. He hasn’t harmed any humans. He’s been hiding in the woods living off wild game ever since he ran away from his pack. He left his pack because his stepfather, the new Alpha, regularly beat him so hard that his bones broke. No other pack would take him because they’re afraid of his stepfather.”
“He killed my dad and married my mom,” Fergus blurted out. His eyes glittered with hatred and unshed tears. “My mom could have said no, but she wanted his money.”
“Speak when spoken to!” Taurus barked, and cuffed him again, so hard that Fergus almost fell over.
Fergus let out a yelp of pain and stood very, very still, braced for another blow. Just like Leota had when Jerrold had hit her. Hopeless. Expecting more abuse. Life was pain and fear for people like them.
Still. He’d left his pack and committed the cardinal sin of risking exposure. If Cliff didn’t kill him, the Elders would very likely weigh that against him in the event of a tie during the Alpha Trials.
He looked at Fergus. “Did we speak to his pack yet?” he asked James.
“Yes. His stepfather requested that we deliver him to them for public execution. Or we can save them the trouble and do it ourselves, as his stepfather put it. I also spoke to one of his ex-schoolteachers. Apparently he was a quiet, withdrawn boy who never caused any trouble in school or out of it.”
For some reason, an image of Taylor’s face swam in front of him. He knew what Taylor would want him to do if she knew about the situation. He could imagine the horror she’d feel if he killed Fergus.
He glared at Fergus, who hadn’t moved. Fergus didn’t beg, or whimper, or try to flee. He accepted the inevitable.
Years of Cliff’s childhood flashed before his eyes. His father viciously beating him and his brothers for every infraction, real or imagined. His father beating Austin so hard he’d nearly killed him. The hatred and contempt he’d felt for his father. Finally standing up to his father and beating him to a pulp when he was in his early teens – after his father put Austin in a barrel and rolled it into a river while their mother stood and watched and sipped her morning martini in a dreamy, alcoholic haze. Grant had barely pulled Austin out in time as their father lay bleeding and choking on the ground.
His father had started avoiding home after that. Sulking, traveling around the country, boozing and womanizing. It had been the beginning of a long, slow slide into alcoholic and drug-induced dementia after that.
Cliff heaved a sigh. “We have farms on our property,” he said to Fergus. “I’m sending you to the Cassell farm to be a stable-boy. You will behave with respect. You will do your work. If you try to leave pack lands, you will die. Have you finished high school?”
Fergus stared at him in shock, too astounded to answer. Taurus moved to hit him again.
“Don’t,” Cliff growled. He understood Taurus’ anger. Taurus’ brother was Serafina’s late father. He had no love for humans, and anyone who risked exposing them to humans was a mortal enemy. However, Cliff would also take into consideration the abuse Fergus had suffered.
“No, sir. My stepfather pulled me out two years ago. Said I was too stupid to learn anything and it was a waste of resources.”
“You will go back to high school starting in September. And I expect to hear that you worked your ass off all summer long. You have no room for screwing up. However, nobody will punish you unless you’ve done something to earn it, and they will consult with me first. Got it?’
“Yes. Sir.” Fergus’ eyes brimmed with tears, and he started to shake.
“Take him,” Cliff said to James, who nodded ever so slightly in approval. James was like Anita – always wanting to help people. Stupid, soft-hearted mutt. Between James and Taylor, they’d have Cliff singingKumbayaand drinking from a pink cup with unicorns dancing on it if he wasn’t careful.
As Fergus and James headed for the door, Fergus turned back to look at Cliff.
“There was something,” he said to Cliff. “When I was in the woods, I found a woman’s shoe and purse with blood on it. It was an hour east of Bismarck. I marked the spot with a stick, and when I went to town I made an anonymous call to 9-1-1. Then the next time I was in town, I read that they’d done DNA tests and the blood was from a local prostitute who’d been reported missing. I don’t know if it’s got anything to do with the lady what got bit, but it was just something strange.”
“That could be useful info,” Cliff said to Taurus. “See what you can find out.” They had the ability to hack into the human police databases.
