“Afternoon, everyone,” said the Mediator, rubbing his prominent jaw.
“My name is Dean Milton and I’ve been appointed by the council to act as Mediator in this dispute. My role is to guide this discussion and aid you in exploring your issues in the hope that an agreement can be reached. Note that both parties are free to leave at any point and that a decision will not be made in your absence. Before we go any further, could each party please introduce themselves, starting with the Applicant.”
“Darryl Coleman, Alpha of the Bjorn Pack,” the smarmy ass drawled with a self-satisfied smirk. “On my right is my Beta and on my left is my Head Enforcer. At my back are some of my enforcers.”
Dean nodded then looked at Trey. “Now if the Respondent could also introduce himself and the wolves with him.”
“Trey Coleman, Alpha of the Phoenix Pack. Behind me you’ll see my Head Enforcer and two of my enforcers. On my left is my Beta and on my right” he stroked a hand through her hair “is my mate, Taryn.” He knew the smile he shot his uncle wasn’t a pleasant one.
“Thank you,” said Dean. “Now I’ll ask you both, beginning with the Applicant, to outline the issue as you see it. I ask you not to interrupt each other.”
Darryl straightened in his seat. “It’s been a long time, Trey. You look well. Can I ask how the rest of the pack are doing?”
“You can, but I won’t answer.”
“I see you’ve mated. A beautiful female.”
“Well we’re not here to exchange pleasantries so cut the shit.”
After a sigh, he fixed a concerned look on his face. “It is regrettable that our pack divided the way it did. It never sat well with any of us. I, in particular, worried for your safety and that of those who left with you.”
Trey heard a snort behind him and thought it might have been Dominic. He was tempted to snort himself.
“A great many of us have carried that guilt. But you know your father…I do not wish to speak ill of the dead, but it is a fact that my brother was too damn stubborn for his own good. He refused to lift the banishment no matter how hard we appealed to him. As unfortunate as his passing is, it has also given us an opportunity to introduce changes and progressions.
And we wish to welcome you back into the pack. With me as Alpha, of course.”
Dean arched a brow at Trey. “As the Respondent, what is your stance?”
He began massaging Taryn’s nape, drawing strength from her closeness to keep his wolf calm. “You always did talk shit, Darryl. I prefer bare facts. Shall I share some with you? A bare fact is that you were right at my father’s side when he banished me, encouraging his decision. Another is that if you had really wanted to overrule the banishment you could have, as Beta, applied to the council. A third is that you couldn’t care if I live or die, your motivation to unite the pack is not regret or concern. So what the fuck is it?”
Taryn noted that the Mediator didn’t look in the least bit surprised that Trey wasn’t interested in a civil discussion. He could probably see through Darryl’s act just as easily as they could.
“I don’t blame you for this anger, Trey,” said Darryl. “But why not let it go and unite the packs once again?”
“Why not just tell me what this is really all about? Is it my territory that you want? Is it to enlarge the pack? Is it just to be a pain in my ass?”
Where the idea came from she wasn’t sure, but an idea suddenly occurred to Taryn. “Maybe he has a perverse wish to see you bow down to him.” All eyes darted to her and then to Darryl.
Dante pursed his lips. “Maybe it’s all four.”
“You can’t tell me that neither you nor your wolf has missed your homeland,” said Darryl. “Surely you’ve dreamed of coming home many times.”
Trey blew out a breath and shook his head. “Did I ever wish to return to a place where people who were supposed to care for me had been so eager to sling me out? No, no I didn’t at all. The whole prodigal son thing isn’t for me.”
“So you have no inclination to unite your pack with Darryl’s?” asked Dean.
“None whatsoever,” replied Trey.
Darryl’s expression turned dark and bitter. “Don’t make this become a battle. It’s not one you can win.”
“Did I introduce my mate properly? I don’t think I did, did I? Taryn, meet Darryl Coleman. Uncle, meet Taryn Warner.” He grinned inwardly at the flicker of unease that crossed Darryl’s face.
“Taryn Warner,” repeated Dean, smiling at her. “You once healed a friend of mine, Lennox Gellar, his nose had been broken. You were also the person who broke it.”
She shrugged. “He deserved it.” Oh and he really had.
“If your reputation’s anything to go by, that wasn’t your first broken nose.” At her unrepentant shrug, he asked, amused, “You don’t think that perhaps you have anger management issues?”
“Punching people is managing my anger.”
Strangely not liking the playful banter going on between his mate and the Mediator, Trey tangled a hand in her hair a shifter gesture of ownership. “Are you going to do the wise thing and drop this?” he asked Darryl.
“The wise thing would be for you to sign an agreement now that says our packs are now one and I rule as Alpha.”
Taryn couldn’t stop the snort from popping out. “And who in La La Land told you that would ever happen? Probably the same person who told you that you’re a good liar.”
He spluttered. “Excuse me?”
“Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.”
“I take it this means no agreement can be reached,” said Dean quickly, obviously wanting to stop the conversation from becoming any more argumentative than it already was. “Darryl, do you wish to pursue this further or are you willing to withdraw your application?”
“I’m not backing down.”
Trey leaned forward in his seat. “Then I accept your challenge.”
Dean sighed. “You know the drill. Twelve weeks. Twelve weeks must pass before either of you can act on that challenge. Hopefully you can both come to an amicable agreement within that time.”
“How many times does that actually happen?” she asked Dean, curious.
“More often than you might think. About forty-five percent of the time disputes are nothing but impulsive challenges that neither side particular cares to follow through with once their tempers have eased.
Without that twelve week cooling off period there would be many pointless battles and many pointless deaths. So maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to placate the humans by forming a council.”
Darryl snarled. “Unless within that time my nephew agrees to unite the pack, my challenge will be followed through. Those wolves are mine.
And I’ll very much enjoy taking those caves of yours. Maybe I’ll even take your mate as mine.”