helped people, mostly women and sometimes their children, escape. Sometimes shifter women, sometimes human women. Not just wolves, but other breeds.”
Elain found her voice, her reporter training taking over momentarily. “Escape who?”
“Other shifters, usually,” Brodey said. “Not all Clans or shifter breeds are like ours, babe. Some still do arranged marriages regardless of anyone’s feelings in the matter. Like the Abernathys. Some will even abduct mates. Our parents helped run an underground railroad of sorts. It happened far less frequently than it did in the past, but they still helped people.”
The room went silent as Elain tried to digest all of that. Eventually, she found her voice again. “Cail, is that what you and Brodey were talking about that day in the truck?” A sudden flash hit her. “You two didn’t tell me everything, did you? You said stuff hadn’t happened for a couple of decades.”
The men looked at each other. Ain, looking far from happy, stepped in with Prime tone.
“ Tell us what you said, guys.”
Brodey scrubbed his face with his hands. “Crap.” He looked at Ain. “We didn’t tell her all the shit about the cockatrice, okay? We were only talking about wolves.”
“The stuff with the cockatrice was right after everything in Yellowstone a couple of years ago,” Ain said with a frown. “Not a couple of decades ago.”
“What?” Elain interrupted. “What’s a cockatrice?”
Cail shook his head, addressing his comments to Ain. “I was specifically talking wolf Clan politics. We were—”
“Whoa, stop right there!” Elain said, silencing her men. She glared at Brodey and Cail. “Did you two lie to me?”
“No!” Brodey and Cail said together. Cail took over. “Babe, we can’t lie to you. We told you that. We were trying not to heap more on top of you than you could take.”
“Then what the fuck is a cockatrice?”
Ain blew out an aggravated breath at her dropping the F-bomb, but apparently under the circumstances he was going to overlook her swearing since he let her off with nothing more than a dirty look.
Brodey snorted. “They’re a really fucked-up-looking chicken.”
“We’re getting off topic,” Ain said. “Let’s cover the story of Liam and our parents first before we start in on the cockatrice situation and the story about Yellowstone.”
“ What cockatrice situation? ” Elain yelled. “What the hell does Yellowstone have to do with anything?”
Ain calmly took her hand in his. “It’s okay, babe. I promise you, we’ll get to that really quick. Let’s handle one thing at a time. Please? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover. I’m not even sure we can figure it all out tonight anyway.”
Grumbling, she finally nodded. “Fine.”
Ain looked at Carla. “So let me get this straight. Liam and Maureen showed up at your place late one day. Liam said he was meeting with our parents. Then the next day, our parents died and he disappeared after his phone call to Maureen.”
Carla nodded.
Ain chewed on that for a moment. “Do you think he had anything to do with our parents’ death?”
Carla firmly shook her head. “No. I’d be willing to bet he did not. He was a nice man. A good man. I knew them both before I left Spokane. He adored Maureen. I could see how much it hurt him to have to leave her, even though I was really mad at him for doing it at the time. He might have killed to protect her or the baby, but he wouldn’t hurt someone maliciously. I can’t believe that about him.”
“That’s not what you said about him all these years,” Elain groused. “You said he was a jerk for leaving after they found out I was a girl. You painted him to be a deadbeat and that my mom was a saint for ever marrying him in the first place.”
Carla took a gulp of her drink. “I know. I’m sorry I did that. Honey, I convinced myself the shape-shifter stuff wasn’t real. I did what I had to do to keep Maureen and you safe. You mother
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