Cassidy smiled a predatory smile. “Want me to talk to him, Eric?”
“I want you as far away from him as you can be,” Eric growled. “Understand?”
“I’m your second,” Cassidy went on in a reasonable voice. “I’m supposed to take care of things you decide don’t need your firsthand attention. You sending me to meet him will underscore that he’s not your top priority.”
“You’re female,” Eric said. “And pregnant. He hates females in authority.”
Cassidy brightened. “Even more insulting, then.”
“No, Cass,” Diego said before Eric could answer. Diego’s voice was hard, and he gave the meat a vicious stir, dark eyes on Cassidy.
Cassidy looked at her mate, mouth open to say more, then she closed it, went to Diego, and snuggled up against his side. “Thank you,” she said.
“I agree with Diego,” Eric said. “It’s tempting to rub McNeil’s face in it, but, no. We can’t predict what he’d do. I’ll meet him—I want to know what he’s up to.”
First, though, Eric had to make sure Iona’s scent was completely off him.
A female heavy with child would have the strongest scent, so Eric went to Cassidy, peeled her away from Diego, and pulled her into another hug.
Then again, he just loved his sister. They’d been through so much together—hardship and good times, joy and grief, always there for each other. Eric held Cassidy for a long time, rubbing her back and kissing her hair, while she hugged him in return without question.
Eric released Cassidy and hugged Jace again, his love for his son pouring through him.
Jace returned the hug but looked at Eric in puzzlement when they drew apart. “Love you too, Dad. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just wanting time with my family.” Eric grinned at his brother-in-law and spread his arms. “Diego.”
Diego brought up his cooking fork. “Back off, Eric.”
Eric did, still chuckling, and he left the house to find Graham.
Graham McNeil approached the meeting place in the common ground that ran between Shifter backyards, knowing damn well that Warden would never agree to talk to him anywhere but there.
An old picnic table with one bench sat in a weedy spot out in the open, away from the mesquites that lined the long open space. Graham knew why Eric had chosen it—the table could be watched by any number of Shifters out their back windows, even in the moonlight.
Eric’s Shifters, that is. If Graham so much as raised his voice to Eric, those Shifters would come out in force. Which was why Graham always stationed a few of the wolves he’d been allowed to bring from Elko at certain intervals, watching for trouble.
By the time Graham approached the meeting place, Eric was already there, his ass planted on top of the picnic table, moonlight picking out his black tattoo. As always, the man sat stone still, watching Graham with the confidence of a predator who knew he ruled this patch.
Let Warden pin him with his stare all he wanted. When Graham challenged for leadership and won, he’d gouge out those weird green eyes and play marbles with them.
Graham stopped about two yards from the picnic table, out of Eric’s reach, Eric out of his. No challenges tonight.
Eric stank of his sister and her unborn cub—the Shiftertown leader was ecstatic about his sister giving birth to a half human, half Shifter. He had to be out of his mind.
Warden didn’t ask what Graham wanted. That would acknowledge that Eric had come because he wanted to know what Graham had to say.
Graham didn’t want to talk about leadership tonight, though. His nephew’s behavior this afternoon had reminded him of a need, and also reminded him that this Shiftertown provided him a good opportunity to fill it.
“My nephew’s an idiot,” Graham said without greeting. “I disciplined him for the attack on your bear.”
If Eric was surprised, he hid it well. He acknowledged the apology with a nod.
“But his ass**le-ness brought home to me how much I need an heir,” Graham said. “A son. And for that I need a mate. So I want you to provide me one.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eric didn’t blink, but Graham scented the amazement that jolted through the Feline’s body. He hadn’t been expecting that.
After a deliberate silence, Eric asked, “Why can’t you mate with someone from your own Shiftertown?”
“Because the only surviving females belong to my clan, too closely related to me. I need fresh blood.”
The fresh blood pissed Warden off, but too bad. Graham needed a wolf female from a new gene pool to give him strong cubs.
Eric’s voice held a warning growl. “I don’t tell my Shifters who to mate with.”
“That’s obvious. You let your own sister mate with a human. How f**ked up is that?”
“They share the mate bond.”
“A Shifter can’t share a mate bond with a human.” Everyone knew that. “Your sister’s fooling herself if she thinks so.”
“You’ve lived out in the sticks too long. It happens.”
“Yeah, I heard the leader of the Austin Shiftertown mated with a human. Dickhead. Just proves that Felines are insane. Doesn’t matter. You’ve got unmated wolves here. Tell them to come see me. I need someone alpha, not bottom of the pack.”
“If you want a mate, McNeil, you’re on your own. The females here choose for themselves.”
What an idiot. “Goddess, what kind of leader are you? I’m offering you the chance to make a good alliance with me. If you do, I might let you survive when I take you down.”
“I’m touched,” Eric said dryly. “My females are welcome to take your offer or spit on you, as they choose.” He paused. “Although, now that I think about it, Nell is getting lonely for a mate.”
He knew Eric was trying to be funny, but Graham’s irritation rose. “You mean that crazy-ass bear with the shotgun? Bears are even worse than Felines. You need to keep her under control.”
“I’ll tell her you said ‘hi.’” Eric rested his hands on his knees, a posture that said he didn’t need to bother being defensive. “Was that it? Because my human brother-in-law is a hell of a chef, and I want a taste of what he’s making tonight.”
“You’ve gone soft, living here.”
“We’ve survived, living here,” Eric said. “Fewer deaths, more cubs.”
“Yeah, yeah, Shiftertown is paradise and all that bullshit. Our houses have to be altered. I have plenty of stuff to move down here, and I don’t need the humans finding it.”