wrong fucking town for it."
"I doubt they’d be so stupid they didn’t know that we live here." Their clan was one of the most powerful in the country.
"You mean they’d deliberately come here to pick a fight?"
Jamie nodded. "Could be. I’ll ask around with other clans if they know anyone holding a grudge against us. With any luck, this was a one-off and they won’t target human farms. The last thing we need is a lynch mob outside our gates. We’ll hunt the killers and we’ll punish them."
"They’re my sheep. I will punish these wolves."
Kieran had heard Gemma return—she really didn’t know how to walk silently—and her angry comment didn’t startle him. He turned to her and found her standing with her arms akimbo, the dried mud on her face adding to her furious look.
"And you shall, as long as it’s the right wolves," Jamie said ruthlessly. It worked better than any mollifying words would have, and she calmed down. She stared at the sheep.
"What the fudge am I supposed to do with these carcasses?"
"Do you need help?" The offer wasn’t one Kieran would have made this morning, but now it felt natural. They were in this together.
"Are you an expert on regulations concerning the disposing of farm animal carcasses?"
He grinned. "No, but Greenwood estate is, among other things, a fully functioning farm." Their main income came from a successful development firm, but the farm was important too. "And I believe regulations state that you have to report deaths through official channels." All farm animals were tagged and a meticulous record was kept of them. If one died outside a butcher’s block, an enormous amount of paperwork had to be filed.
They all paused to contemplate the implications. "So how do you claim wolves killed your sheep in a country where there are none?" Gemma finally asked. They all shook their heads, knowing it couldn’t be done. "Will Tom be compensated if I don’t file this?"
"No. And not only that, but I think there will be a fine if he’s audited and there are sheep missing," Jamie said.
That truly upset Gemma. "What shall I tell Tom? I can’t ruin his honeymoon with this."
Jamie looked stunned, an expression not often seen on his face. "Honeymoon? Your brother got married?"
Gemma’s smile was forced. "Apparently. But don’t ask me any details. I have none."
"You haven’t met her?"
"I didn’t even know he had met someone, let alone got married. He simply called me at the last moment when it was impossible for me to refuse, to tell me he’s gone on his honeymoon so I should come here." She didn’t sound happy about it.
"It was bound to happen sooner or later," Jamie pointed out.
"I guess. This so isn’t what I signed for…"
"We’ll handle this without Tom," Kieran said, her upset causing a curious need for chivalry in him. "The clan employs a shifter vet who may be persuaded to write a report that doesn’t mention the exact way the ewes died." It would be in the leopard-shifter’s best interest too. Humans had protested against shifters only last autumn. This would justify their claims that shifters were nothing but animals.
And humans hunted animals for sport.
They couldn’t risk humans seeing the dead sheep. They would only draw the wrong conclusions. "We’ll move the carcasses to our estate. We have means of disposing of them." She arched her brows for his choice of words, but left without a word to fetch the trailer. Kieran stared after her, wondering about the flicker of interest he felt. He didn’t date vampires, with or without mud covering them.
His wolf tried to say something, but he didn't listen.
Chapter Five
It required some navigating to get the four-wheeler to the kill site, the small trees growing too close together at most places for the vehicle to get through. She made the effort though, not wanting to carry the carcasses any farther than necessary.
Kieran was alone. "Jamie left already?" She thought the alpha would want to take