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Wolves Feel Vulnerable Too

Warning long chapter)

Ross, finally. What on earth took you so long?" Standing up, Shamus walked over to his nephew. He'd been seated at a large, round table surrounded by technology. And yet, the room still looked classy and ancient.

"Sorry, Uncle. I just...ran out to..." Ross paused, unsure what he was supposed to say. If he said he got a cappuccino and talked to a female classmate of his, Shamus was going to murder him.

Shamus frowned, furrowing his brow. Obvious disappointment and disapproval was showing on his face.

"I'm sure he has a good reason to be late," Danes remarked, locking his hands together. Michael rolled his eyes and huffed from his seat beside Danes.

Ross smiled sheepishly, slipping into a seat next to his friends.

Shamus sat back down as well, turning to Danes. "Back to the topic about the past..."

"Yes. I know." Danes closed his eyes. "Everything is so complicated now."

"I'd like to say something," Vix piped up, propping himself against the table.

Many of the people there suddenly looked disgusted. Coal stated, "I don't think anyone wants to hear from you."

Vix glared at the man, his eye glowing white as he shot a blade at Coal's hand. Coal dodged, but Vix had made his point.

"Vix, stand down," commanded Danes, narrowing his eyes. "You must follow the rules of our deal."

"I'm sorry." Vix hardly sounded apologetic.

Danes shifted. "So what is it that you'd like to say?"

"I'd prefer not to talk about Damon," Vix replied. Murmurs rippled through the crowd but immediately stopped when Danes held his hand up. Vix glared at the people there, grinding his teeth together.

"And why's that?" Danes questioned calmly.

"I grew up with Damon. Damon died in front of my eyes. I don't think I want to listen to you people talk about him." Vix stated it like it was a fact.

"...Very well." Danes narrowed his eyes. "You may go outside while we discuss Damon. I'll have someone call you back in later."

"...Thank you." Vix stood up and made his way toward the door, passing Ross. Ross shivered, feeling a sudden chill in the air. The door slammed shut behind Vix.

"I can't stand that kid," snarled Maxim, thumping his fist down on the table. "He's obnoxious and arrogant and thinks he can do what he wants."

Danes ignored Maxim as he moved on. "We all remember Sylvie, don't we?"

"Yes."

Ross clenched his fists, sneaking a peek at his uncle. Shamus had stiffened, but his expression remained calm. Ross swallowed. Sylvie...

"Sylvie was very beautiful and we were lucky to have known her. However, she was the start of all our troubles. Everyone also remembers Tyrone and Damon, I believe?"

"How could we forget?" sneered Maxim in a snarky tone.

Danes shot him a look and he clamped his mouth shut. "Tyrone was killed one night."