Warren continued. “He announced to your wolves that he has plans to make the Gordion Pack more powerful than any other in Savage. He told the older unmated females to prepare to work Savage Strip, that he would expect them to earn money for the whole pack. The male wolves have been given a choice. They can either serve as drug runners or work in a local amber flame drug factory. Everyone in the Gordion Pack will work for the good of all.”
Were those his words? Fergus asked.
Mary addressed Warren. “Fergus wants to know if those were his words or yours, the last part I think, ‘the good of all’.”
“His words.”
Fucking bastard.
Again, Mary rubbed his head. Ease down wolf, you’re too powerful for my poor brain.
Sorry, Mary. But I need to get out of here.
When she felt the wolf move beneath her fingers, she immediately pressed a hand down on his neck. Hard. Fergus stop this. You’re not going anywhere yet. You’ve only just healed the damn hole in your heart. To her words, she added the force of her fae ability and felt Fergus grow calm once more.
You’re right. Again, I’m sorry. He relaxed beneath her hand.
That’s better. She felt a powerful affection for him in that moment. She barely knew him in real-time, but it would seem some of her experience in the dreamglide had already started slipping through her blocks. Besides, it was clear he spent his life protecting his pack wolves and she admired him for it. He was a force for good in Savage.
She added, I’m going to send your friends away. You won’t be able to unseat Sydon until you’re on your feet again and that will require an entire day of healing. Understood?
She could feel his frustration as he battled within himself. Finally, he ground out a quiet, Understood.
She shifted a little to face the wolves in the surgery. “Now listen up. Fergus needs time to heal, probably the entire day before he can even shift back to his man-physique. He won’t be able to do anything during these last few hours of the night except to heal himself. I’ll keep him here and I’ll tend to him through the day as well.
“No one knows he’s in Revel and certainly not that he’s alive. Except the dispatch operator at the Savage Border Patrol, so you might want to have a word with her.”
Warren nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”
Mary continued, “Because you’re from a different pack, you won’t have pack-based loyalty to Sydon, so you won’t be breaking any laws by keeping silent about Fergus’s condition. Am I right?”
“You are,” Warren responded.
“Good. I want you to head out. But Warren, I’d like you to pull some things together for Fergus since he won’t have anything here to wear once he shifts back. Bring whatever you think he’ll need in the way of clothes. He’ll probably want shaving gear, maybe his weapons. I know that’s important to all you border patrol men.”
She then gestured to the southern end of the house, down a hall that backed up to the garage. “There’s a side door that I’ll leave open for you, but I’ll expect you to return well before dawn with his stuff.”
Warren inclined his head. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Fergus’s voice intruded once more. Mary, tell Warren that if he wants to risk it, I’ve got a stash of weapons in my compound—
Fergus, knock it off. Your only job is healing right now. And I’m not about to send Warren to your compound with a wolf like Sydon in charge. Get well, then you can go after Sydon yourself.
Right. Okay.
Enough talking. But she petted his head.
She then moved to Alessandro and unhooked the line.
“You’re sure he doesn’t need more?” Warren asked.
“His heart is healed, and he’s on the path to recovery. But he needs to be quiet now and not stirred up about his pack. Do you understand?”
Warren nodded slowly. “I do. I’m distressing him.”
“Only because he’s anxious about his wolves.”
“All right then. We’ll head out.”