Even though there hadn't been a new mating in the Billington pack in well over fifty years, it was still only a Monday night and John couldn't really make the decision to throw a pack celebration party in the clubhouse. He would have loved to make that call, but the pack was currently on a war footing, and it would have sent the wrong message to everyone. He did the best thing that he was able to do; he introduced the entire pack to William during dinner and announced that there would be an official welcome to the pack, blow-out party on Friday night.
He ordered his warriors to scare up a couple of feral pigs from the surrounding forest and the pack would have a feast on Friday before heading over to the clubhouse for the
real
party. Every member of the pack was excited; they all felt that this surely meant that the pack's long mating drought was over, and while the Goddess had always provided for the Billington pack, she hadn't seen fit to give any of them mates or cubs for decades now. Wolves are amazingly loyal creatures, but they also tend to be impatient; the Lady sending them an actual human for Florence's mate seemed like an omen to them. Every unmated wolf in the pack... with the possible exception of Sam, hoped that they might be the next to find their mate!
At the conclusion of the meal, John stood and made a second announcement to the entire pack. William and Beth were to report to John's office along with the four permanent Betas: Florence, Sam, Tom, and Tristan. A cheer rang out almost instantaneously; Tristan's temporary promotion to Beta was being made permanent. Tristan had always been quite popular within the pack and his hard work had been noticed by everyone. John shook his hand and congratulated him on a job well earned.
Tristan seemed a bit stunned by his promotion. He had been so focused on Florence, planning to defeat her and then to bed her, but then he'd seen along with everyone else, just how dangerous she really was, and all his plans to challenge her had been shelved. He had not yet started to think of a way to challenge Sam or Tom for their spots. His long-held plan disintegrated, but he'd never stopped working hard or thinking positively and John had noticed. Tristan had never been arrogant enough to think he deserved the job, and this had worked in his favour; John saw him as asset to the pack and decided to reward him.
Florence swatted him on the ass and warmly congratulated him, taking the time to assure Tristan that he did indeed, deserve the promotion. Looking into her eyes, Tristan realized that he may have lost his shot at the girl, but maybe he did deserve the job after all. His face broke into his usual boyish grin and he thanked John for the opportunity.
"C'mon everyone," said John, "Let's get to my office; we've got to make plans for tomorrow." He then headed for the door and headed out. The Betas quickly rose and followed their Alpha for a war counsel.
John remained silent until everyone was in his office and seated comfortably. "Tristan, once this door is closed, we are much less formal. If you have an idea or an objection, I want to hear it. Express yourself, there are no yes-men in this room. Do not defer to us here, we need your brain, as well as your obedience!"
Tristan replied, "Yes Alpha, or should I have said, no Alpha?"
"Moving on," John said with a grin, "Beth, I've brought you in on this because most of this deals with relationships between Were and the People, and I'd like to get your...ahem, unusual perspectives on this."
"Sam and Tom, I'll be sending one of you to each front. I don't care who goes where, you two can decide on that.
Florence, you will be accompanying William to visit his grandfather, and Will, you have my permission for full disclosure with your grandfather. By the way, what is his real name anyway?"
"He is called Ja-mul, sir, although his given name is actually Marris."
"No freaking way," Sam laughed. "It can't be the same guy; he's got to be dead by now!"
"Marris Yazzie?" John asked, rubbing his temples as if in pain.
"Yes, sir," replied William.
Sam laughed at his Alpha's obvious distress, "Oh, this gets better and better!"
Beth broke in, "John, there's no way that it can be him; that was almost two hundred years ago. Maybe he's a descendant or something?"
Florence said, "Alpha, that story that you told me about the two cousins that you and Tom dated...you only said that the guy you married them to was named Yazzie. His name was Marris Yazzie?"
Will interrupted, "I think it was a family tradition of some kind, Alpha. He doesn't really like the name; he never uses it and I guess the tradition will die with him though. He took the name Ja-mul from his adopted people, the Achumawi."
John looked down at his desk, rubbing his 'Beth-spot' absently before answering. "Okay, change of plans. Sam and Tom, both of you head on down to Fresno. Beth, it looks like you get to go on a road trip with the young ones. I'm sure that you remember how Marris felt about having mothers-in-law; let's see if that is still a family tradition as well."
"Tristan, you will remain here and run the day to day stuff with the warriors. It will give everyone a chance to see you running things without any of us looking over your shoulder."
John paused briefly, looking around the room, and said, "Now, everyone, have I missed anything?"
When no one spoke up, John nodded and then said, "Florence, I know that you intend on taking William on his first wolven run tonight, but I have a request. Since we are tight on time, and you will have to leave early tomorrow morning, can you spend tonight teaching him how to send instead? You really may need to communicate mentally when you are dealing with Marris, if he's anything like the other one."
"Yes Alpha."
"Now, does anyone else have anything else to contribute?"
When no one spoke up, John commanded, "Meeting adjourned; you are all dismissed!" He then stuck his tongue out at Sam and strode defiantly out of the room.
"I guess he told you," Tom snorted at Sam.
~~~
Tuesday evening had arrived before Beth parked the car next to the double-wide trailer where William had spent his childhood. The mobile home was permanently placed on a few acres of land below Ako-yet, what the Europeans had renamed, Mount Shasta. Will's grandfather had lived here ever since he'd relocated from the desert where he'd been born. He had always claimed that he'd taken one look at Ako-yet and instantly known that he was at home, maintaining that a vision had led him here, although until recently William had never believed a word of this claim. But then again, he'd never believed his grandfather's stories about spirit animals either, and they'd proven to be all too real.
The beat up old truck belonging to Ja-mul was parked outside in its usual spot, and William was not surprised to see it parked there. His grandfather rarely went anywhere in the evenings and he'd had the same ugly green Willys pick-up since William had been a boy. The old coot could easily afford a new one, but he always said that Old Willy wasn't worn out yet, why should he buy a new one?
William hadn't phoned his grandfather before coming and he couldn't have if he had tried, Ja-mul had never owned a telephone. He'd always maintained that if anyone wanted anything from him, well, they could damn well get off their lazy ass and come see him for themselves.
Ja-mul appeared in the doorway before the car had even had a chance to come to a complete stop. "Come in, come in," he said excitedly as they exited the vehicle, "I have dinner ready and you are right on time!"
Surprised, the three wolves just blinked at the old man.
"Of course I knew you were coming." He said with a huge smile. "I've only been looking forward to this day for my entire adult life. Quit standing there with your mouths hanging open and come inside and eat dinner!"
Beth and Florence looked to William for some sort of instructions, but he just shrugged his shoulders and followed his grandfather into his trailer.
How the Hell did he
... Beth sent to Flo.
No clue, maybe he's just making it up
