Robert waved an indifferent hand, and no one said anything.

“OK. Warren, you said the leaders were together that night, but what about the bodyguards? Were they with you all that time, from say midnight to dawn?”

Warren nodded, but it was Robert, the obvious spokesman, who answered. “Yes, and our other wolves, too. No one left camp. It was the first thing we checked when we realized something had gone wrong. We needed to be sure there wasn’t an enemy among us.” He stopped, a frown marring his face. “I think you have the wrong impression of our negotiations. We weren’t having a heated dispute over the vote. Major differences were worked out weeks ago.”

Ari studied his face. Why was he glossing over the disputes? Steffan hadn’t been that stressed over nothing.

“The only remaining issue is one of timing,” Robert continued. “Warren and I feared we were rushing into an arrangement that needed months or perhaps years of thought and planning. And, I believe the others were motivated by a sense of urgency. I understood their position. I didn’t think it outweighed the necessity for caution.” He stopped and studied his hands. “All four of us agreed to support the results of the vote. Regardless of the outcome.”

“That’s easy to say now, but would that have been your position two nights ago?”

Robert’s face clouded over, then he gave a short laugh. “You’re wasting time on us, Ms. Calin. No one here wanted to harm Steffan.”

Yeah, like she was going to take his word for it. He might believe it, like he thought the fight on the issues was over, but how well did these four leaders know each other? A guilty person wasn’t likely to step forward and say, “Hey, look at me. I’m the one that wasn’t happy about this. I’m the one who would do anything to stop it.” Every wolf in the room might have a reason to lie to her, and they might lie for each other. She didn’t intend to trust any of them.

“If not one of you, who would want to stop the coalition badly enough to kidnap Steffan?”

“We were discussing that when you arrived,” Vita said. She dug in her pocket. “I made a list for you. It’s short.” Her eyes dropped to the slip of note paper. “Uh, I guess the categories are somewhat broad.” She looked apologetic, as she held out the paper.

Ari looked at the two penciled columns, entitled “Packs Opposed” and “Others.” Under “Packs Opposed” was a list of three: Chicago; Toronto; and Unknowns. She did a double take at the inclusion of Toronto. Had Sebastian had his dirty mitts in this, too? Of course, Unknowns was a given—meaningless.

Under “Others,” they had let their imaginations run: terrorists, hate groups, foreign governments, US covert operations, domestic militias. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she figured neither would go over well.

“OK,” she said, keeping a bland face. “Tell me about the Chicago and Toronto packs. Exactly why do you suspect them?”

“Chicago has made no secret of their opposition,” Robert said. “They’re organized rather like the old mobsters from their city, and control is power. They don’t want to see a coalition unless Chicago has direct control. The rest of the North American leaders have told them that won’t happen, but I could see them testing our resolve.” He clasped his hands and relaxed into the chair’s cushiony back. “And Toronto? The way I hear it, you would know more about the pack than we do. The vampire prince runs that wolf pack, and he doesn’t want to see any kind of organization. Last week Steffan said he thought some of that pack was in Riverdale, so I’d take a look at them.”

“They were here,” Ari admitted, “but it had nothing to do with the coalition, and the pack is no longer under the control of Sebastian. Nor are the vampires.”

“Why?” Vita broke in, her eyes going wide. “What has happened?”

“There is a new prince. Sebastian is dead.”

Chapter Nine

“I can’t believe it! Who?” The wolves broke into a barrage of questions. Ari waited for the first rush of surprise to pass, then summarized events.

“Andreas has taken control?” Robert asked.

“For the moment. They’re working it out, but that situation doesn’t involve the coalition or Steffan’s kidnappers.”

“That’s twice you’ve mentioned kidnapping. You think that’s what happened?” Jena asked.

Puzzled, Ari searched their faces. She saw nothing except questions. “You haven’t been told about the demands?”

“What demands?” Robert roared.

“From a phone call early this morning.” She told them the basics of the conversation and the kidnapper’s demands. She didn’t mention the president’s intention to send in another representative. Nor did she bring up her noon deadline.

“Holding Steffan won’t stop the coalition,” Warren growled, his soft voice turned gruff. “Robert and I talked this morning. This whole mess has convinced us the need for such an organization is more urgent than we first thought. We’re both changing our votes to yes.”

Vita’s mouth dropped open; Jena smiled, showing no surprise.

“If this is how you feel, do we even need to wait for Steffan before we vote?” Jena asked. “Let’s do it now, so they don’t have any reason to hold him.”

“Wait. Let’s think about this,” Ari cautioned. “The longer you delay, the more time you give me to find and rescue Steffan. The minute you vote—”

“They’ll kill him,” Vita completed.

Robert rose and strode across the room to peer out the window. “Then we must wait, of course. But I don’t see how we can extend the time beyond the current deadline of 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. The kidnappers would realize something was wrong. Besides, the longer we stay here, the more likely it is these terrorists or criminals will take further action, like attack the rest of us.” He turned around, angry lines creasing his face. “Where’s the government while all this is happening? They’re so hot for this coalition. Why aren’t they taking care of this?”

“What do you want them to do?” Ari countered. “Bring in an army equipped with big guns and silver bullets? I’m sure they’d be happy to do that, because that’s how humans think. But the kidnappers are Otherworlders. I’d bet on it. We’ll have to outsmart them, convince them their plan won’t work. Otherworlders are practical. They don’t play if they can’t win. Right now, they think they have the upper hand. We need to show them they don’t.”

“How? They are in control.” Vita said, skepticism dripping from her words. She gave a negative shake of her head.

“I’m not sure about how,” Warren said, once again calm and reasonable, “but I understand what Ari’s saying. If holding or killing Steffan would achieve nothing, the sensible thing would be to abandon the plan. We need to make the right move that would force them into the open or force them to contact us again. Every contact increases their risk, not ours.”

“Exactly,” Ari said, reminded by his clear thinking that a very smart wolf leader hid behind Warren’s laid-back demeanor. The quiet ones get you every time. “We need our own plan to lure them out of hiding, while not placing any of you at further risk.”

They put their heads together and held a vigorous debate for the next hour. Even the guards and Lilith had suggestions and pointed out obvious flaws as the plan unfolded. The discussion became heated once they decided they needed to leak certain information to the kidnappers. That raised the biggest and most sensitive obstacle: identifying the source of the original leak that had allowed the kidnappers to know about the pending vote, then to find and snatch Steffan. As Ari expected, each of the leaders denied the leak came from their packs.

A plan finally came together over a dozen combo pizzas and a case of beer. Not enough beer, but the wolves had already scoped out the nearest convenience store and were prepared to make as many runs as necessary. All in support of making a better decision. Since wolves metabolized beer as if it was water, Ari didn’t care how much they drank as long as it produced a workable solution.

By four o’clock, they had the elements of what they wanted to do: a couple pieces of misinformation, a little misdirection and false trails, maintaining absolute secrecy, and a whole lot of luck. They were setting two possible traps—one physical, one electronic—hoping the kidnapper could be captured or at least lead them back to Steffan. It wasn’t a perfect plan, and there were lots of ways it could go wrong, but it was the best they could do within their limited time frame. Now came the execution—and the waiting.

The first phase involved convincing the kidnapper that negotiations had been moved to a secret location. The leaders were preparing to make some very important phone calls to set the plan in action, when loud, angry voices erupted outside in the campground. Two bodyguards rushed to the front door, two covered the back. “There’s new wolves out there,” a guard said, peering out the window. “Big guy in charge. They’re armed.”

Robert and Vita pushed their way past the two bodyguards. “Out of the way,” Robert growled. “I want to see what’s going on. Oh, hell, this isn’t good,” he said, after taking a look outside. He strode to the door and yanked it open. “Tobias, what are you doing here?” he shouted.

Ari wiggled around the guards and reached Robert’s side. A heavily built man with a short, red beard, pinstripe suit, and Gucci loafers was flanked by a tough-looking group of ten or twelve wolves, some in human form, others not. Many were carrying rifles. The wolves belonging to the delegation were blocking their way.

“Robert, tell these men to let me pass,” the stranger bellowed.

“Who is it?” Ari demanded.

“Trouble. Tobias is the head honcho of the Chicago pack. He’ll ruin everything.” Robert’s shoulders slumped as he called out the door, “I don’t suppose you’d leave if I ask, so you might as well come inside.”