The Wild Hunt

Part 21 Ultimatum

A few days passed without incident. The repairs to the Den were coming along nicely. Michael paid for cameras to be put all around the bar area, two out front, to watch both sides of the road that passed by, and even a few around the trailers. Some of the pack weren't happy about it, but there wasn't much they could do, it was for our protection after all. Some of the Pack had started to treat me a little differently, since it came out that I was Michael's Grandson, nothing drastic, but a few that were previously not very engaging started to smile when they passed me near the trailers, or went out of their way to say good morning. I didn't need any special treatment, being related to the Alpha hadn't changed my status in the pack, but I had to admit, I liked it.

Laynie had been around every day since she had found out the truth, and Liz and Scout had spent almost all of their time together. Bonnie and I had been helping with the renovation of the bar area, and there had not been a peep from Sheriff Mitchel.

The morning started like any other, we woke up got dressed, Scout dropped in for breakfast, then I went for a ride to clear the cobwebs. Scout decided to join me, after drinking a little too much the night before, he hoped the fresh air might blow away his hang over. We rode the normal route and even had a little race while taking corners, all the while keeping an eye out for any of Lucian's crew. There had been no sign of them since the afternoon at Marys, Michael said that just meant they were planning something.

After an hour or so riding the edge of the entire town, we decided to head back, Michael would probably have work for me and Scout was hoping Liz might turn up again, since the incident, Mary's had been closed, so she hadn't had to work.

The clarity that the morning air hand brought was shattered the moment we rounded the corner that led to the Den. Three squad cars were parked out side, Deputy Putnam and the dark skinned guy, whose name I still didn't know, stood behind their doors with their side arms drawn, Mitchel was bringing Michael out in cuffs. My bike skidded to a stop and I quickly dismounted, almost leaping off. Rage was the only thing fuelling my movements and for a split second I almost let the wolf out. That was until Michael caught my eye, he shook his head and I understood, he wanted to let it play out. I stopped advancing and instead made my way to Kelly who had followed Mitchel to the front door's of the Den.

"What's going on?" I asked trying not to sound panicked.

"They said he's wanted for questioning in a murder investigation. He told Mitchel to kiss his ass, so Mitchel threw the cuffs on him." she said, not taking her eyes off of Michael.

"Who's been murdered?"

She shrugged at my question seeming oddly calm about the whole thing.

They loaded Michael into one of the cars, then pulled out of the parking lot, and drove down the road that headed towards town.

"Give it an hour then head to the Sheriff's department, take Bonnie, one of you ride Michael's bike so he has something to ride back on. he hasn't left the Den in days there's been no time to kill anyone, they won't have anything to hold him on, once they've finished questioning him they'll have to cut him loose." Kelly said before turning around and going back into the Den.

We did as she said, after an hour I grabbed the keys to Michaels bike the we talked about who would take whose, Bonnie said she didn't feel right riding Michael's, so she took mine. If I was honest, I wasn't happy about someone else riding mine, even if it was her. It didn't take us long to ride into town, though it was strange to see the lights off and closed sign in the window of Mary's. As we headed down main street where the Sheriff's office was based there were a few people watching us. It had always seemed like Mitchel was the only person that didn't like having the Club around, from the looks we were receiving, it seemed that some other peoples opinions were starting to align with his.