The evil uncle was not at all what Angelina had been expecting. It was hard to believe he was actually related to Jasson. There was no resembLeon there at all except for the strong nose. His squinty eyes, lazy posture, perfectly parted dark hair, and sly smile all gave off the impression of a smarmy, cunning bastard. She couldn't help feeling satisfied that her presence had thrown him.
"Afternoon, everyone," said the Mediator, rubbing his prominent jaw. "My name is Dean Milton and I've been appointed by the council to act as Mediator in this dispute. My role is to guide this discussion and aid you in exploring your issues in the hope that an agreement can be reached. Note that both parties are free to leave at any point and that a decision will not be made in your absence. Before we go any further, could each party please introduce themselves, starting with the Applicant."
"Darryl Alex, Guardian of the Bjorn Pack," the smarmy ass drawled with a self-satisfied smirk. "On my right is my Fighter and on my left is my Head Enforcer. At my back are some of my enforcers."
Dean nodded then looked at Jasson. "Now if the Respondent could also introduce himself and the wolves with him."
"Jasson Alex, Guardian of the Cerberus Pack. Behind me you'll see my Head Enforcer and two of my enforcers. On my left is my Fighter and on my right" – he stroked a hand through her hair – "is my mate, Angelina." He knew the smile he shot his uncle wasn't a pleasant one.
"Thank you," said Dean. "Now I'll ask you both, beginning with the Applicant, to outline the issue as you see it. I ask you not to interrupt each other."
Darryl straightened in his seat. "It's been a long time, Jasson. You look well. Can I ask how the rest of the pack are doing?"
"You can, but I won't answer."
"I see you've mated. A beautiful female."
"Well we're not here to exchange pleasantries so cut the shit."
After a sigh, he fixed a concerned look on his face. "It is regrettable that our pack divided the way it did. It never sat well with any of us. I, in particular, worried for your safety and that of those who left with you."
Jasson heard a snort behind him and thought it might have been Delvy. He was tempted to snort himself.
"A great many of us have carried that guilt. But you know your father…I do not wish to speak ill of the dead, but it is a fact that my brother was too damn stubborn for his own good. He refused to lift the banishment no matter how hard we appealed to him. As unfortunate as his passing is, it has also given us an opportunity to introduce changes and progressions. And we wish to welcome you back into the pack. With me as Guardian, of course."
Dean arched a brow at Jasson. "As the Respondent, what is your stance?"
He began massaging Angelina's nape, drawing strength from her closeness to keep his wolf calm. "You always did talk shit, Darryl. I prefer bare facts. Shall I share some with you? A bare fact is that you were right at my father's side when he banished me, encouraging his decision. Another is that if you had really wanted to overrule the banishment you could have, as Fighter, applied to the council. A third is that you couldn't care if I live or die, your motivation to unite the pack is not regret or concern. So what the fuck is it?"
Angelina noted that the Mediator didn't look in the least bit surprised that Jasson wasn't interested in a civil discussion. He could probably see through Darryl's act just as easily as they could.
"I don't blame you for this anger, Jasson," said Darryl. "But why not let it go and unite the packs once again?"
"Why not just tell me what this is really all about? Is it my territory that you want? Is it to enlarge the pack? Is it just to be a pain in my ass?"
Where the idea came from she wasn't sure, but an idea suddenly occurred to Angelina. "Maybe he has a perverse wish to see you bow down to him." All eyes darted to her and then to Darryl.
Daniel pursed his lips. "Maybe it's all four."
"You can't tell me that neither you nor your wolf has missed your homeland," said Darryl. "Surely you've dreamed of coming home many times."
Jasson blew out a breath and shook his head. "Did I ever wish to return to a place where people who were supposed to care for me had been so eager to sling me out? No, no I didn't at all. The whole prodigal son thing isn't for me."
"So you have no inclination to unite your pack with Darryl's?" asked Dean.
"None whatsoever," replied Jasson.
Darryl's expression turned dark and bitter. "Don't make this become a battle. It's not one you can win."
"Did I introduce my mate properly? I don't think I did, did I? Angelina, meet Darryl Alex. Uncle, meet Angelina Wilgoz." He grinned inwardly at the flicker of unease that crossed Darryl's face.
"Angelina Wilgoz," repeated Dean, smiling at her. "You once healed a friend of mine, Lennox Gellar, his nose had been broken. You were also the person who broke it."
She shrugged. "He deserved it." Oh and he really had.
"If your reputation's anything to go by, that wasn't your first broken nose." At her unrepentant shrug, he asked, amused, "You don't think that perhaps you have anger management issues?"
"Punching people is managing my anger."
Strangely not liking the playful banter going on between his mate and the Mediator, Jasson tangled a hand in her hair – a shifter gesture of ownership. "Are you going to do the wise thing and drop this?" he asked Darryl.
"The wise thing would be for you to sign an agreement now that says our packs are now one and I rule as Guardian."
Angelina couldn't stop the snort from popping out. "And who in La La Land told you that would ever happen? Probably the same person who told you that you're a good liar."
He spluttered. "Excuse me?"
"Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath."
"I take it this means no agreement can be reached," said Dean quickly, obviously wanting to stop the conversation from becoming any more argumentative than it already was. "Darryl, do you wish to pursue this further or are you willing to withdraw your application?"
"I'm not backing down."