“Other than working my wife nearly to death? No.”
“Mac mentioned the shots you got…when was the last time you could shift?”
“Don’t know exactly, but it was before we were locked up…maybe a couple of weeks.”
Looking at Mac, Jackson asked, “Is that normal…not to remember?”
“Usually not…but then the years of shots might have affected Wesley’s memory.”
“Is there anything that can be done to recover his memories?” asked Jackson.
“Maybe…it depends on what was given to him and Heather. That’s one thing I’ll talk to Ian about tomorrow.”
“What happens if that doesn’t produce any useful information?”
“Then, hopefully, the blood sample I’m sending off to the lab will give us the answer,” Mac said.
“Why are you concerned about my memories?” Wesley asked. “It’s not like knowing what happened that night would change the outcome. We were prisoners for a crime we didn’t commit.”
Ignoring the question, Jackson asked, “Did Theo steal anything from your house?”
“What are you implying?” Wesley asked angrily.
“Uncle, please…Jackson is only trying to help,” Ollie said.
“How? By calling my son a thief?”
“Maybe you should tell him what his Alpha did first,” suggested Mac.
“What does the Alpha have to do with Theo?”
“Your Alpha had an arrest warrant issued for Theo, claiming he stole items from you and your wife,” Jackson explained.
“Impossible! Theo would never do that,” Wesley said, now clearly agitated. “I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but I won’t be a party to smearing my son’s name.”
Jackson studied Wesley for several moments before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Holding it out, he said, “Ollie, would you give this to your uncle?”
Nodding, Ollie walked over to Jackson, taking the paper from him. Opening it up, he looked at it for a moment before passing it to his uncle. “It’s true, Uncle. I was there when the bounty hunter your Alpha hired tried to kidnap Theo.”
Wesley searched his nephew’s face before looking down at the document Ollie gave him. He scanned it quickly, and then, unable to believe what it said, he read it more slowly. When he finished it, he stared at it as his mind tried to make sense of the words on it. Finally, raising his gaze, he looked first at his nephew and then, turning to Jackson, whispered, “It’s a lie. Why is the Alpha doing this to us?”
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out,” Jackson said. “And I intend to fight it. And in order to do that, I need your help.”
“You…you have it!” Wesley sputtered. Then, looking down at the arrest warrant again, he read it through, hoping to find a mistake, but when he saw the date of his and his wife’s supposed complaint, he realized the problem. “Unless we can remember what happened that day…Theo will be convicted of stealing,” he said, looking up at Jackson.
“Your Alpha can try, but he’ll have to go through me first.” Jackson growled. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First, we have to see if there’s a way to recover your and Heather’s memories of that day because if we can, then my lawyer will use your testimony to get the arrest warrants voided.”
“And if not, then what?”
“It’s late,” Jackson said, getting up, “and it’s been a long day for you and your wife. Get some sleep—tomorrow we can talk more. In the meantime, I’ll send a text to Theo letting him know you and Heather are here in my care.”
“Can I speak to him tonight?” Wesley asked.
“Sorry, but there’s more you and your wife should know about what happened to Theo before that can happen…so get some sleep and I promise you can speak to him tomorrow.” After Wesley nodded, Jackson left the hospital room and headed upstairs to get the slumber his body craved.
Chapter 32
Sofia had given Cain a tour of the Blackwood Pack house in the early hours of the morning when it was quiet and most everyone was asleep to allow him to concentrate on memorizing the layout of the enormous home. But even so, it didn’t take long for him to be totally confused, requiring her to draw him a floor plan so he could finally understand where his room was located.