“If the ferals want to sever connection to Goldbridge, fine. We will agree to their terms. All mention of natives will be stricken from our records.”
Jay read the passage over and over. Something was wrong with the print. His eyes couldn't focus on anything, save the word 'native.' An inconsistency was screaming at him. All mentions of natives would be stricken from town records? Then how did they –
Jay's thought stopped short and his eyes widened briefly. He flipped back through the book, eyebrows dipping farther downward. Each mention of 'native' appeared slightly different from the original text. The papers had been edited, somehow, to change the words! That's why his eyes couldn't focus. A shudder raced over Jay's skin.
Mayor Reginald Stone wanted to expand Goldbridge. He took sacred land from the Crystal Ridge pack. When the pack retaliated – after being ignored in town meetings – Mayor Stone eradicated the agreement and erased their very pack name from records.
Sickness gripped at Jay's guts. His eyes flickered over the shelves of books. He had to find that agreement. It couldn't have been purged from the very pages of every book. Jay pushed his current tome to the side and clambered out of his seat. Determination marked his strides as he advanced on shelves upon shelves of tampered volumes.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hours after his discovery, Jay found himself jogging to the meeting. He huffed and puffed, the three pups trailing behind him. His mind reeled from the information he had upended. He clutched the copied papers firmly in his hand, the paper wrinkling under his fingers. The sun was already halfway tucked into the horizon. Selene and Mayor Stone would already be at the hill. Silently, Jay prayed neither had gone for the jugular of the other.
As they neared the foot of the hill, Jay's hearing piqued. Selene and Mayor Stone's voices pinched with caution and frustration. Neither had waited for him. When Jay realized their topic of discussion, he really wished they would have delayed, even momentarily.
“Last night, two of your pups attacked Mr. Ward and–”
“Attacked Jay? Your head of security?” Selene laughed, bitterly. Jay winced, the sound harsh and grating on his adrenaline-shaken nerves. “You're not going to tell me he was hurt.”
Mayor Stone's voice took on a steely edge as she attempted to remain calm, “No, of course not, but–”
“And we have three pups missing, not two,” Selene interrupted, as if pointing out a flaw in the mayor's statement.
Before Mayor stone could reply, Jay and his troupe of pups crested the hill. At the top, Selene and Mayor Stone stood front and center, facing one another. Their features mimicked each other; subtly pinched with lips sourly puckered. Brandon, Marie, and Thad stood at the top of the hill as well. Jay stopped as his audience flicked their gaze over the girls. He could feel everyone's stares slow as they traipsed over Hazel's sling.
The girls didn't notice the tense air or the gazes. They giggled to themselves, completely distracted by their discussions of Goldbridge. Jay hoped they won the pack over with their stories of sleepovers, books, and ice cream.
“She was hit by a slow moving vehicle,” offered Jay, before anyone could as the obvious question on everyone's mind. He shuffled forward, across the grassy hill.
“ What? ” Selene nearly shrieked out the word. Her eyes widened and redness clawed up her face. Jay wasn't sure if that was a mortified blush over Mayor Stone's truth or the reddening of rage. Jay scuffed at the edge of Selene's attack zone. He didn't want to invoke her anger, especially with the pups and witnesses present.
The girls behind Jay fell silent, an air of uncertainty wafted over them. Jay wondered just how far the pups really thought out their plan. At the base of the hill, the witnesses were enveloped in an intense consternation. If any of