21. Enemy Within
Enemy Within
Lordship
“ B eliel has taken over the Dougal Pack.”
Lordship looked up from the large tomb on his desk. “He has,” he leaned back and glanced at the calendar on his wall. The current date numbers were slowly fading as the present date number slowly appeared. The calendar was rare from the Jordan Alley in Israel. “That was quick, has he followed up on Dr. Phens interests, Svin?”
The warlock, who sat on the windowsill, gave a short nod. He fingered the scar on his cheek: “Phen has been antsy. He says he could only track her to the Veil between the human and wolfen lands. He had hoped that Beliel would have already retrieved her, but it would seem that the wolf has his own interest.”
His lordship returned his attention to his book: “His interest aligns with ours. How about the stones? Has the last batch been delivered?”
“Yes.” He hopped off the windowsill and walked slowly over to the desk. “Kirkle managed to send a few more bodies even under the new leadership, though he asked if we could assist him in gaining revenge against the new Alpha.”
“Who is the new Alpha?” Lordship asked, sounding bored. Over the many lifetimes he’d lived, he’d long grown weary of political intrigue. “Wasn’t the new laird supposed to be Kirkle’s son.”
“It appears the nephew of the current Alpha returned. The one who killed Damon, his name is Malcolm.”
Lordship's eyes narrowed, his lips tightening at the corners. “Another one of that damn foxes Jackals.”
“It would seem so; from what intel I could get, they sent him to investigate the sudden disappearance of the last batch of youths we took,” Svin explained.
“When did it become the business of the Councils, whether dogs disappeared or not,” Lordship angrily demanded, slapping his hand on the desk; the entire thing shook before it lit on fire. After some time, it collapsed into ash at his feet. The flame faded out on its own, leaving only smoke. The Lordship's eyes glowed.
Svin didn’t flinch at the power flow; he’d followed this man because of it. “It matters, I suppose when the packs which are involved are the greatest supplier of Magic stones to Veil City.”
“Indeed,” his Lordship said, rising, “and what of the Unseelie? Those bastards have yet to report to me about the key.”
Svin glanced at the door, his ears twitching at the sound of someone coming. “They have been searching and have checked in to say they are also on the Wolfen lands.
His lordship's eyebrow quirked. “How interesting; I wonder what they’ve found to draw them to such a desolate place.”
The door opened. “Councilman, there has been a request from the chief of police that we send them a warrant to search a few of the kelpies lodging on the river.”
His Lordship gave a short nod, barely looking at the corner that was completely shrouded in shadow. “I’ll be right there.” The door shut.
“Svin, I do not reward failure. Pass this message along with the others. The business on that wolven land. Wrap it up before the end of this week.”
With that he left the room behind, his golden robes making a shushing sound as it slid along the floor as he exited into the hallway.