Santiago corrected blandly, which shook Adam to the core and fluttered his chest a bit. Despite what he said to Viv, there were worse things than death in the Sazi world, and getting worked over by the head of Wolven was definitely on the list. "Let's start with a simple question, Mr. Mueller. Why are you here? Start from when you heard the announcement from the council. What did that announcement say?”
The tone and wording was familiar. He'd been on the asking side too many times, with too many suspects. And there was no way Santiago was going to give up a bit of information about his conversation with Josef. He might as well just relax and answer the questions. He had nothing to hide. He took a deep breath, licked his tongue across his teeth, and leaned back into the chair. "Two weeks ago, our pack leader, Josef Isaacson, called a surprise meeting of the pack—”
"Well, it really wasn't a surprise to all of us." Viv interrupted with her usual running commentary.
"I'd heard rumors o—" A cool wind of raw power raised the hairs on Adam's arm and he glanced at Vivian to discover she had been cut off mid-word and was now frozen in place. He fought not to chuckle at the elegant simplicity of the Wolven chief's solution to interruptions.
"You were saying, Mr. Mueller?" Adam pulled his eyes away from his pack mate and met the eyes of the other man, who was now holding a notepad and pen, waiting patiently for a reply.
"The surprise," he began, with a significant look at Viv's frozen form, "was that Josef asked for a full meeting, including human family members. He doesn't do that often. I arrived early, to help set up the chairs, and Josef called me into his office to discuss the situation, in case reactions got out of hand.”
Adam waited while Santiago finished scribbling and asked a question. "So you both expected there might be problems when people learned the council had voted to split the pack?”
He snorted and shook his head angrily, remembering his initial outrage at the sheer audacity!
Leaning forward aggressively, he spit out a reply with clenched fists. "Hell yah! Wouldn't you be concerned about problems when people discovered they were being uprooted from their homes …exiled against their will?" The moment the words left his mouth, he was sorry and embarrassed. He really didn't expect Santiago to answer, and didn't need to antagonize the man. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned back into the lumpy cushion. It took long seconds before he could relax his fingers and respond calmly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to imply …I mean …yes. We expected there could be negative reactions.”
If the older man was annoyed, he hid it well. His tone remained calm and measured. "And what did you…or should I say, what did the pack leadership do, to address the concerns of your people?”
He shrugged. "What could we do? The council's word is law. Josef explained he'd done his best to change the council's mind. He told us all how he'd had long meetings with the wolves' representative on …the—" His brows furrowed as the realization hit him, just as the other man's raised significantly.
"Actually, what he told me was he talked to… you.”
More scribbling on the pad gave Adam a moment to watch him. He couldn't smell anything over the secret Wolven cologne that masked the scent of emotions, but just watching his body language revealed a growing anger. But he didn't know who it was directed at. "He mentioned me by name?”
"He did. Can I ask who our representative is, and how long you've been running Wolven?”
Santiago ignored the question. "Was anyone else in the room while you were discussing this?”
He shook his head. "No, sir. Josef doesn't have an alpha female, at least not a permanent one.”
"Did Alpha Isaacson discuss his efforts to change the council's mind with the pack?”
Adam thought back, trying to remember. "I don't think so. Not unless it was after I left.”
The pen paused over the