Dark Wolf(70)

Arno frowned back at them. "Carpathian hunters can kill the vampire.  Elite hunters can kill the rogue packs. Neither can kill the Sange rau.  Better to exterminate them than to take the chance that they will wipe  out all of us."

Skyler's fingernails dug into his thigh, but she didn't speak or  retaliate. It was the first truly insulting thing Arno had said. Up to  that point he had been polite and even friendly. Dimitri suspected his  beliefs ran as deep as did his prejudice.

"I would prefer not to be exterminated," Dimitri said. "I am a man, not an insect."

"A very dangerous man," Arno pointed out. "Your lifemate nearly died. I  know because we were in this room when your prince and her mother  believed her dead. It nearly started a war right here. Suppose she had  died?" he challenged. "Without a lifemate, you could turn, isn't that  correct?"

Dimitri shrugged his shoulders. "Lifemates follow one another into the next life."

"In every case? Always?" Arno continued to push his point.

"Not always," Dimitri conceded, "but it is rare not to do so."

"We've studied your culture." Lyall took up the argument. "We know that  when a mate dies, madness grips the male. How would this affect the  mixed blood? Wouldn't he be more likely to choose the way of the vampire  rather than lose his life?"

"It isn't about losing one's life," Dimitri answered. "As a Carpathian,  as a lifemate, our first duty is to see to the health and happiness of  our mate. She wouldn't die of sickness. That would be impossible. She  wouldn't die in an accident. She would have to be targeted-murdered."  His eyes met Lyall's. "Then choosing life over death would be about  revenge."

The word revenge hung in the air between them.

Mikhail sighed. You could have chosen your words more carefully, Dimitri.

I am no politician, Mikhail. If they have studied our culture, they know  that by sentencing me to death, they would also be sentencing my  lifemate as well. They sit across from Skyler and calmly discuss  exterminating us. Both of us. Do you think I will allow any of these men  to harm my lifemate?

For the first time he felt the impact of Mikhail's rage. It hit like a  solid body blow, mean and wicked. Do you think that I would? That any  Carpathian would? There is no chance that we would ever agree to what  they are proposing. There is, however, a small chance that they will see  things our way.

Dimitri took a deep breath. Mikhail was right. It wasn't that Dimitri  couldn't be objective, he just thought sitting there was a waste of  time. Trying to change centuries of prejudice seemed impossible to him.  Arno had almost a religious fervor to him when he forgot to be a polite  council member and began to heat up over a subject that clearly he felt  passionate about.

Forgive me, Mikhail. I see that you have had to walk a fine line in spite of what you would like to say to these people.

It was Rolf who broke the silence. "I can understand how one would want  revenge, Dimitri. If my wife was murdered, I would hunt down the one who  killed her and, God forgive me, I am certain I would kill him. I am  Lycan, not human, and my instincts as a predator would likely overcome  all civilization."

Dimitri nodded. "Seeing Skyler dead, or at least believing she was, it  was a very dark moment for me, but I would not let her go into another  life without me by her side. I would leave the hunt to her father and  uncle." He looked at Arno. "I am Hän ku pesäk kaikak and I have never  failed my people or dishonored myself or my family. Duty and honor have  been ingrained in me since I was a child, centuries ago. I can only tell  you, I serve as a Guardian, not a predator on the people I protect."                       
       
           



       

"It is easy enough to pass judgment on the mythical Sange rau when few  in our lifetime have ever seen his destruction," Randall said. "It is an  altogether different thing when we have Dimitri and his lifemate  sitting across the table from us. Clearly he poses no threat to us."

"Now," Arno said. "Now he poses no threat. We don't know what he will do in the future, and what if they breed?"

The word breed was said with such repugnance and loathing, Dimitri  gripped Skyler's hand tightly, warning her not to speak. This was  Mikhail's territory, not his. Fen and Zev were both silent, but they  exchanged a long look.

Dimitri was grateful that the council members weren't aware both Fen and  Zev were of mixed blood. They had been targeted by assassins, not for  their blood, but because whoever wanted the war between the two species  saw them as threats to his plans.

"That was rude, Arno," Rolf said quietly. "Extremely rude. Skyler,  please accept my apologies on behalf of all Lycans." He pinned the  council member with a frown. "We are sworn to put all prejudices aside  and judge fairly. You swore that, although you were a member of the  Sacred Circle, you could accept the changes modern society brought."  Rolf indicated Daciana. "She is one of our best elite hunters, yet her  skills would be denied to us if the members of the Sacred Circle had  their way. You helped pass the law allowing her to serve. We came here  with open minds, prepared to change our law if it was warranted."

"I know. I know." Arno shoved both hands through the thick pelt of hair  on his head. "Women hunted before the sacred code was put in place. A  precedent had already been set," he defended. "The sacred code was  written after the Sange rau decimated our people. We needed the women  home. Now, it isn't as crucial."

"That's understandable." Mikhail sought to bring the rising tension  down. "We lost our women as well, and most of them do not hunt. We  prefer them to remain safe. A few go out with their lifemates, but we're  still rebuilding and we debate the issue often."

Arno sent him a grateful look. "Forgive me, Skyler and Dimitri. I  struggle with my beliefs. Sometimes they don't make sense and I fight  all the harder for them."

He sounded genuinely upset, a man who definitely wanted to do the right thing, but was caught in a war between past and present.

His beliefs are strong, anchored in centuries of reinforcement. He  believes very strongly that every mixed blood poses a threat to his  species and shouldn't-no, can't be tolerated, Dimitri observed, using  the common Carpathian path.

He is not alone in that belief, Zev said. All members of the Sacred  Circle believe as he does, and they are not only great in number, but  loud about it. Arno is one of their highest-ranking members and speaks  regularly on the sanctity of their code. He is probably one of their  biggest recruiters. He's a good speaker and feels passionate about his  subject.

Could he be the man targeting the council members for death on our soil? Mikhail asked.

Zev sighed. I would never have believed such a thing of him. He's always  been a good man, but now . . . He trailed off. Gunnolf and Convel were  both members of the Sacred Circle, but I never thought they would betray  us, or betray our pack.

Rolf shook his head. "We're all tired. Perhaps we should adjourn until  tomorrow night. Dimitri has given us much to think about."

Lyall glanced at his watch. "It is late," he agreed.

Arno checked his cell phone. "Later than I thought. I believe it would  be best to adjourn also. I need to put things in perspective."

The council members rose, as did the Carpathians.

"Before you leave," Zev said, "we need to make absolutely certain all of you are safe."





19





Fen, Zev and Dimitri stepped outside to scan the area around them. Both  still had an uneasy feeling that signaled danger-and it was much  stronger in the open air-yet neither could get a direction or a scent.

Fen swore softly. "We seem to go from one bad situation into another," he said. "I have a really bad feeling."

Zev took a slow, careful look around. "What do you want to do? Keep them all inside while we scout around?"

Dimitri's first impulse was to say yes, but something made him hesitate. His gut churned and knots formed in his belly.

"We're sitting ducks out here if they have sniper rifles," Zev pointed out.

"Dimitri?" Fen said. His brother knew him and waited for Dimitri's assessment.

"That's exactly what they would expect us to do," Dimitri said. "Every  hair on my body is raised. I think we've got snipers staring at us  through scopes right now, but they're waiting to pull the trigger. Why?"

"Why haven't you thrown up a shield?" Zev asked. "I don't like the idea of being shot in the head."

"The moment we do something like that, it will tip them off that we're on to them," Fen explained.

Even as Fen uttered the words, a voice burst through their minds.  Mikhail. Gabriel and Lucian are under attack. Lycans are pouring into  the village. All warriors are needed. Every woman who can fight must do  so. Defend the humans in the village and keep our children safe.