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about what was happening, the one person who might be at the heart of Lancaster’s puzzling bid for Primacy.  By himself, Lancaster had to know he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of leading the wolf shifters.  So it stood to reason that someone was egging him on, or buying his services.  And as he must also know his time was running out, it would make sense for him to throw caution to the wind as he had nothing to lose in the long run, and perhaps a lot of wealth and notoriety to gain in the short term. 
     
    It pained Lex to think that anyone would stoop so low to get rid of him, but he understood wolf society better than most.  He was a hybrid, to some a half-breed and therefore impure.  He was not of the One Blood, and his kind should all be eliminated.  His father before him had lived with that stigma, despite his having been a good and beloved ruler.  If Lex had his druthers, he would pass on the whole deal, and find a good woman to settle down with and make babies.  He had found one, and now, because of Lancaster, she was in grave danger and didn’t even know it.  He had to do something fast, before his mate was hurt or worse.  Genetic rogues were nothing compared to a hybrid who had lost his mate.
     
    He picked up the phone to make the call.  No sense in putting off unpleasant tasks.  At the very least, his question would be met with genuine puzzlement, and at the worst, with subterfuge.  Either way, he would have an answer.  Sometimes, he was grateful for the gifts his hybridity gave him, one of which was the ability to read the emotions and truthfulness or deceit of those with whom he came in contact.  Over the years, he had learned how to suppress it, using it only when he needed to, as he would if his call was answered.  It didn’t work as well on the phone as in person, but it was a damned sight better than flying blind.
     
    Before he could complete the call, his cell phone rang. 
     
    “Yeah, Dave, what’s up?” he answered it, recognizing the number as the chief’s.
     
    “The boys have just called in some dead wolves over on the edge of the mayor’s property.  He called earlier to report finding them.  Has him pretty shook up, especially after what’s been happening.  Wants you to come over and have a look.”
     
    Lex grimaced.  Lancaster’s irrationality was escalating if he was now slaughtering wolves indiscriminately.  He’d have to go over to make sure none of the number was a shifter, though he didn’t imagine any would be.  Unless a shifter was mortally wounded in his animal form, he could always shift back to human.  It would hurt, but it was better than the alternative.
     
    “All right, Dave.  I’ll go out now.  Will you be there?”
     
    “Yeah.  I’ll need to get a statement from him and the others with him when he found them.”
     
    “Others?  How many?”  Lex worried that if any of the dead animals were shifters, clean-up would be hellish, because there had been witnesses who knew nothing of the shifter world.
     
    “I don’t know.  But I imagine his foreman was there and maybe Toby.”
     
    “I’ll have some pictures for you to look at when I get there,” Lex informed him, pushing that worry aside for the moment.  “And I’ll probably have Ms. Gibbs with me.”
     
    After he hung up from the chief, Bear came into the office.
     
    “The boys called in a few minutes before you got here.  They had a run-in with a couple of Rebels out by the enclosure where those two black wolves are.”
     
    “Was Lancaster with them?”  Lex felt his muscles tighten with tension.
     
    “No, but it seems like they were expected.”  Bear leaned against the wall by the door.  “The Rebels didn’t seem surprised to see them, and seemed really keen to start something with them.  Both of them were shifters.”
     
    “This could get real ugly, Bear.  Our guys can’t afford to tangle with the shifters.  And if they’re spoiling for a