light.
“Mikko Wayne wants Stella and I to return to the compound with Tyson after your Challenge.”
“Has he told you what he has planned for him?”
“No, but I don’t think it’s a timeout.”
“I can’t let him go through a Dispelling for this, Luke.”
The Dispelling was the ultimate punishment of a Rocky, one that Mikko Wayne rarely had the need to use.
Ronan stepped forward. “Why the hell not, Omar? The male is a fucking problem. More than his capabilities as a Rocky are worth.”
“Tyson can be an ass, but you don’t know everything about him. I can’t tell you what his problem is with me, but I understand it. He may be a pain in the ass, but it’s his Truth to bare, not mine.”
“Why now, though?” Luke asked.
“Because I was there when his Truth became part of his reality. He hasn’t seen me since that moment, and now he wants me to finish what started that day. I can’t let a Dispelling happen. He hasn’t done anything worthy of being killed and stripped of his honor not when I know that I am the cause of his anger.”
Luke and Ronan both let out a knowing sigh, but Ronan was the one to break their tense silence. “Fuck. He couldn’t pick more shitty timing.”
“When has Tyson ever concerned with the convenience of others?” Luke asked. “The male lives in a universe centered around himself.”
“Do you consider him self-serving?” Omar asked.
“Not at all. I don’t know all of the details of whatever his Truth is, but I’ve gotten enough to understand that whatever his issue is could have waited until you had taken care of the takeover.”
“That’s a possibility, but his Truth makes him… irrational. Also, I think the reason we came here isn’t doing him any favors.”
“Fine, I’ll see what I can do in regards to stalling Mikko Wayne from his verdict, but you will have to come and argue a case for him,” Luke said.
“That won’t be an issue.” Omar sighed. “Look, I know he has to answer for what he has done. His behavior is less than honorable, but he shouldn’t suffer the disgrace of a Dispelling. His reasons for his behavior are valid. If you can, tell Mikko Wayne that much. I will be there as soon as we complete the Naming.”
“Fine.”
They made their way back into the compound, but stopped at the rear door upon hearing a masculine shhh.
Omar motioned for Luke to take the front exit of the house and for Ronan to take the side exit next to the garage. He stepped away from the door and acted as if he were going to follow Luke to the front.
Just as he rounded the corner of the house, the rear door opened, and Eryka stepped into the morning light followed closely by Derrick. Omar whistled, the pattern alerting Ronan and Luke that they should return to the rear of the house. He didn’t wait for them, choosing instead to chase down Derrick, who’d shifted and was making his way to the tree line.
Ronan caught the girl when she split off, taking her to the ground in a snarling mess of claws and falling leaves. Luke came into view, a small blur of golden fur, just before he smashed into Derrick’s flank.
Derrick shook him off and continued running, but Luke leapt back to his feet and on his tail.
Omar, more than pissed off at the coward who chose to run from a Challenge, launched himself at Derrick, landing on his back and forcing his face into the ground.
Ronan came up behind them, dragging the still clawing Eryka.
“Take her inside and throw her in a cell. I’ll let Anise deal with her,” Omar said without taking his focus off of Derrick. “Shift, you cowardly fuck.”
“I am no coward.”
“You run like one. Now shift.”
“No. You hold no power over me; therefore, I owe you nothing.”
“Luke, I have a small bag in the back of the SUV. Bring it here.”
Luke ran and complied, returning a short while later with the heavy black bag.
“Anything in particular you need?” Luke asked.
“There is a collar inside. Gardas made.
“Mikko Wayne wants Stella and I to return to the compound with Tyson after your Challenge.”
“Has he told you what he has planned for him?”
“No, but I don’t think it’s a timeout.”
“I can’t let him go through a Dispelling for this, Luke.”
The Dispelling was the ultimate punishment of a Rocky, one that Mikko Wayne rarely had the need to use.
Ronan stepped forward. “Why the hell not, Omar? The male is a fucking problem. More than his capabilities as a Rocky are worth.”
“Tyson can be an ass, but you don’t know everything about him. I can’t tell you what his problem is with me, but I understand it. He may be a pain in the ass, but it’s his Truth to bare, not mine.”
“Why now, though?” Luke asked.
“Because I was there when his Truth became part of his reality. He hasn’t seen me since that moment, and now he wants me to finish what started that day. I can’t let a Dispelling happen. He hasn’t done anything worthy of being killed and stripped of his honor not when I know that I am the cause of his anger.”
Luke and Ronan both let out a knowing sigh, but Ronan was the one to break their tense silence. “Fuck. He couldn’t pick more shitty timing.”
“When has Tyson ever concerned with the convenience of others?” Luke asked. “The male lives in a universe centered around himself.”
“Do you consider him self-serving?” Omar asked.
“Not at all. I don’t know all of the details of whatever his Truth is, but I’ve gotten enough to understand that whatever his issue is could have waited until you had taken care of the takeover.”
“That’s a possibility, but his Truth makes him… irrational. Also, I think the reason we came here isn’t doing him any favors.”
“Fine, I’ll see what I can do in regards to stalling Mikko Wayne from his verdict, but you will have to come and argue a case for him,” Luke said.
“That won’t be an issue.” Omar sighed. “Look, I know he has to answer for what he has done. His behavior is less than honorable, but he shouldn’t suffer the disgrace of a Dispelling. His reasons for his behavior are valid. If you can, tell Mikko Wayne that much. I will be there as soon as we complete the Naming.”
“Fine.”
They made their way back into the compound, but stopped at the rear door upon hearing a masculine shhh.
Omar motioned for Luke to take the front exit of the house and for Ronan to take the side exit next to the garage. He stepped away from the door and acted as if he were going to follow Luke to the front.
Just as he rounded the corner of the house, the rear door opened, and Eryka stepped into the morning light followed closely by Derrick. Omar whistled, the pattern alerting Ronan and Luke that they should return to the rear of the house. He didn’t wait for them, choosing instead to chase down Derrick, who’d shifted and was making his way to the tree line.
Ronan caught the girl when she split off, taking her to the ground in a snarling mess of claws and falling leaves. Luke came into view, a small blur of golden fur, just before he smashed into Derrick’s flank.
Derrick shook him off and continued running, but Luke leapt back to his feet and on his tail.
Omar, more than pissed off at the coward who chose to run from a Challenge, launched himself at Derrick, landing on his back and forcing his face into the ground.
Ronan came up behind them, dragging the still clawing Eryka.
“Take her inside and throw her in a cell. I’ll let Anise deal with her,” Omar said without taking his focus off of Derrick. “Shift, you cowardly fuck.”
“I am no coward.”
“You run like one. Now shift.”
“No. You hold no power over me; therefore, I owe you nothing.”
“Luke, I have a small bag in the back of the SUV. Bring it here.”
Luke ran and complied, returning a short while later with the heavy black bag.
“Anything in particular you need?” Luke asked.
“There is a collar inside. Gardas made.
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