A few moments later, Jeremy and Edouard went out to the back porch to talk.
As Jeremy's closest and oldest friend, Edouard often served as a sounding board for Jeremy's ideas and plans, a court adviser of sorts.
Edouard and Jeremy had grown up together, sons of the Packs, two most distinguished families.
Edouard's father had been Pack Alpha before Jeremy. When Grayson died, many in the Pack had assumed Edouard would take over the role, even though Pack's leadership was not hereditary.
As with real wolves, the Alpha of the Pack was traditionally the best fighter.
Before Clay grew up, Edouard was the Pack's top warrior. Moreover, he had brains and more common sense than a dozen normal werewolves.
Yet, on his father's death, Edouard had backed Jeremy, recognizing in him strengths that would save the Pack.
With Edouard's help, Jeremy had been able to squash any objection to his succession. No one had challenged him ever since he took the lead as the pack's leader.
The only werewolf with the power to contest Jeremy's position was Clay, and Clay would sooner cut off his right arm than challenge the man who had rescued and raised him.
When Jeremy was twenty-one, his father returned from a trip with a strange story. He had been passing through Louisiana when he had scented a werewolf.
He'd tracked it and discovered a pre-adolescent werewolf living like an animal in the swamps.
To Malcolm Finn, this had been nothing more than an intriguing dinner tale, since no one had ever heard of a child werewolf. While hereditary werewolves didn't experience their first Change until adulthood, usually between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one, a human bitten by a werewolf was a werewolf immediately, regardless of his age.
The youngest person known to have become a werewolf was fifteen.
It was assumed that if a child was bitten, he would die, if not of the bite, then surely from the shock. Even if he miraculously survived the attack, a child couldn't have the fortitude to survive the first Change.
This boy in Louisiana looked no more than seven or eight, but Malcolm had seen him in both forms, so he was a full-fledged bitten werewolf.
The Pack chalked up his survival to sheer luck, a fluke of nature having nothing to do with strength or willpower. The wolf-child may have lived this long, but he certainly couldn't survive much longer.
The next time Malcolm visited Louisiana, he expected to find the boy long dead. He even laid a few hefty wagers on this with his Pack brothers.
The next day, Jeremy caught a flight to Baton Rouge where he'd found the boy, who had no idea what had happened to him or how long he'd been a werewolf.
He'd been living in the swamps and tenements, eking out an existence killing rats and dogs and children.
At such an early age his Changes were uncontrollable and he vacillated continually between forms, reason having almost given way to madness.
The boy had looked like an animal even in human form, naked with matted hair and nails like talons.
Jeremy had brought the boy home and tried to civilize him. As it turned out, the task was as impossible as civilizing a wild animal. The best you can hope for is to tame it.
Clay had lived on his own as a werewolf for so long that he no longer remembered being human. He had become a wolf, more of a true wolf than any normal werewolf could be, governed by the simplest of instincts, the need to hunt for food, defend his territory, and protect his family.
If Jeremy had questioned this, Clay's first encounter with Nicholas had banished any doubts.
As a boy, Clay would have nothing to do with human children, so Jeremy decided he should meet one of the Pack sons, thinking Clay might be more willing to accept a playmate, who, while not a werewolf yet, at least had the blood in his veins.
As I have said, the sons of the Pack were taken from their mothers and raised by their fathers. More than that, they were raised by the Pack itself.
The boys were indulged and cherished by the whole Pack, maybe to compensate for a difficult life to come, more likely to foster the bonds necessary for a strong Pack.
The children would often pass their summer holidays moving from one house to another, spending as much time as possible with the "uncles" and "cousins" who would become their Pack brothers.
Since the Pack was never large, there were usually no more than two boys of a similar age.
When Clay came to live with Jeremy there were only two Pack sons under ten: Nick, who'd been eight, and Sebastian Santos, who'd been almost seven—the age Jeremy decided Clay would officially be.
Of the two, Nick would be Clay's first playmate. Maybe Jeremy picked Nick because he was the son of his best friend. Or maybe he already saw something in Sebastian that made him decide he had made an unsuitable playmate.
Whatever the reason, Jeremy's choice would resonate throughout the lives of the three boys. But that's another story.
At their first meeting, Edouard brought Nick to Stonehaven and introduced him to Clay, fully expecting the two boys to run off and play a good old-fashioned game of cops and robbers.
As Edouard tells the story, Clay stood there for a moment, sized up the older and taller boy, then sprang, pinning Nick to the ground with his arm on his throat, whereupon Nick promptly pissed his pants.
Disgusted at his adversary's lack of worthiness, Clay decided to let him live and soon found Nick had his uses . . . as a wrestling dummy, an errand boy, and a devoted follower.
This isn't to say the two never engaged in a good old-fashioned game of cops arid robbers, but whenever they did, no matter which role Nick was given, he always ended up being the one gagged, bound to a tree; and sometimes abandoned.