Nodding, Dylon said, “That explains a lot.”
“Like what?”
“Like how close you guys are…well, at least with Smokey.”
“It’s that way with Ghost, too. What about you, Dylon? What’s your background and how did you end up here?”
Chapter 31
Struggling to figure out where to start, Dylon took a few moments to respond. His story had so many twists and turns, it would take him all night to tell it, even if he left out the parts he wasn’t ready to share. Finally, beginning with his most recent past, he said, “I was an enforcer for Josiah, but he thought I had betrayed him, so he had Rudy and his goons beat me up and they left me for dead in a ditch. Mystia brought me here, where Colton saved me, and I met Cody, who was my mate.”
Glenn’s jaw dropped first, after which he shook his head in disbelief. “No fucking way! Did Jackson know you were trying to kill him and his brothers when you were Josiah’s enforcer?”
“Yeah…he did.”
“And he still had Colton save you?”
“He did.”
“Holy fucking shit!” Glenn muttered.
“I know,” Dylon replied. “That’s why he has my absolute loyalty. Never once has Jackson made me feel less than a full member of his pack. And he never holds my past actions against me. It takes a special Alpha to put the happiness of his brother ahead of seeking revenge against an enemy.”
“I’ve never met one,” Glenn said.
“You have…you just didn’t know it. Jackson’s a rare Alpha…a role model for every other wanna-be Alpha.”
“I’m beginning to see that.”
Dylon looked at Glenn for a moment before he said, “I have to say, the way you subdued that enforcer tonight impressed me greatly…would you be willing to teach me that trick?”
“Sure…but we need someone for you to practice on…and Colton should be there.”
“Why him?” asked Dylon.
“Because it can kill a person if it’s done wrong,” Glenn said, smirking.
Raising an eyebrow, Dylon asked, “You know this from personal experience?”
“Yeah, well, the old wolf who taught me also killed the prisoners who’d been convicted of some really bad shit in his pack, so I became his apprentice executioner for a while.”
“Shit,” Dylon muttered. “Unfortunately, we don’t have any prisoners that fit that bill, and there’s no way Jackson would allow any of his pack members to be a practice dummy—not when it could kill them.”
“Hmm,” Glenn hummed to himself, thinking about the problem. Then he grinned. “I know someone who has a bunch of prisoners who are facing death for their attacks on Smokey and his men. Right now, Ghost has them locked up at his place in LA, waiting for Smokey and me to interrogate them. If you wanted to join us, they would be perfect dummies for you to practice on cause it wouldn’t matter if you killed them.”
“That would work…when do you plan on heading down there?”
“Not sure yet. Smokey doesn’t want to go until Theo’s cub is born, and it’s the same for me with Alex.”
Chuckling, Dylon said, “I don’t blame either of you. But no biggie, it can wait until later. In the meantime, maybe you can help me with another issue.”
“Sure…what is it?”
“I’ve been thinking about teaching everyone some advanced fighting techniques.”
“Why? Their gifts are far better than any of that.”
“True…” Dylon said slowly, “but they’re also a weakness because it makes them feel invincible…or close to it. What if someone is in a situation where their gift won’t help them? I know they can shift, but the fighting taught to us as pups leaves a lot to be desired when facing enemies whose first instinct is to kill.”