"Yeah, so we're tough," Davy growled. "We already knew that."
Phil smiled. "I'm sure you do. You also have the confidence it takes to be a leader. But consider how the Lycan World is set up now. With Alphas in charge who can live to be five hundred years old, how can someone like you become the leaders you were born to be? You're a threat to the leaders in power now, so they kicked you out. And all that's left in the Lycan World are the wimps and weaklings who are happy to submit. Over time the Lycan World will become weak and ineffectual because they rejected the strongest and fiercest of their youth."
"That sucks," Griffin mumbled.
"Do you know why I don't want to be your master? Because you would accept me, and it would hold you back. Each one of you has the potential of becoming Alpha, and I intend to help you achieve it."
The boys gasped.
"We could be like you?" Gavin asked.
"But there can only be one Alpha in a pack," Davy protested.
"According to the old rules, yes," Phil said. "But the old ways rejected you. Why should you follow them? Why should you accept being less than you can be?"
Gavin stepped forward. "I want to be an Alpha."
"You can do it." Phil looked each boy in the face. "You can all do it. I know a school where you can go."
"School?" Davy wrinkled his nose. "Who needs school?"
"You do. You need a high school diploma at the very least," Phil explained. "And then you'll be free to follow whatever aspirations you might have."
Davy snorted. "I want to kick ass."
Phil smiled. "I know the perfect place for you. It's a security and investigation company that would hire you in a second. But you'll have to learn how to fight."
"We know how to fight." Griffin elbowed the boy beside him, who pushed him back.
"You'll have to become experts in firearms, martial arts, and fencing. There's an enemy out there that wants to take over the world, and they tend to fight with swords."
"Cool," Davy said.
Phil snorted. "This is not like a hunt. You'll be up against a foe that actually fights back."
"Awesome," Griffin whispered.
Phil gave him a stern look. "They fight to the death. They're an evil group of vampires we call the Malcontents. They have super speed and strength."
"So do we," Davy insisted. "We can take them on."
Phil smiled. "I'm sure you can. But first you have to be trained. Each one of you can achieve Alpha. Take that power. Seize it and make it your own. Together, we can change the outcome of this war. We can save the mortal world. We can defeat evil. What do you say?"
The boys cheered.
Brynley leaned close to him and whispered, "If you get one of them killed, I'm going to be royally pissed."
He gave her a wry look. "Why don't you come work at the school, then you can watch over them?"
"Dad would never allow it."
"You're twenty-seven, Bryn. Time to break free."
She sighed. "I'll think about it."
"I'll leave you the number for Shanna Draganesti," Phil said. "She's in charge of the school. If anything happens to me, call her and get the boys enrolled."
Brynley scowled. "Don't you dare get yourself killed."
"I don't intend to."
CHAPTER 22
Early that evening, Phil had just finished eating one of the two dozen hamburgers Brynley had cooked for supper when his phone rang.
"Are ye feeling up to a fight, lad?" Connor asked.
"I'm ready." Phil glanced out the window. It felt strange to hear Connor's voice while the sun was still shining.
"Good. We need every available man. We doona want to be outnumbered like that fiasco in New Orleans."
"Did you get the tracking device implanted in Sigismund?"
"Aye. And we let the bastard escape. So far, he's gone to the Russian coven in Brooklyn."
"Do you think Robby could be there?" Phil asked.
"Nay. Sean Whelan has the place bugged and his team watching it. There's been no mention of Robby's whereabouts. Or Casimir's either. We think Sigismund is biding his time, waiting for nightfall in the West before he moves. Och, wait a minute…"
Phil could hear Connor discussing something with Howard.
"He just made a big jump on the radar. He must have teleported. Do ye have a fix on him, Howard?"
"Chicago," Howard answered with his booming voice.