He swept them all with an irritated glare. "But obviously, I am truly the dumbest man on the planet."
Jean-Luc pulled a long, thin stiletto out of his boot. "Here, mon ami. Either for you or for them. One cut and all your problems are solved, eh?"
"Don't tempt me." Vane growled low in his throat as he surveyed the lot of them. "Wren, listen close, 'cause, buddy, your chances are running slim. You kill Nicolette and you're dead. There's no way back from that."
Wren scoffed at him. "There's no way back from an execution order. Period."
Shaking his head in denial, Fury stepped forward. "You weren't there when the vote came down. The council was divided on the order."
Wren frowned. "What are you saying?"
"That you have a shot at redemption," Vane said, "but not if you kill Nicolette for vengeance."
Wren hesitated as he felt a small twinge of hope. Did he dare believe them? It seemed a little too implausible even to a man who was really a tigard.
Vane sighed. "You give the council proof that you're innocent of killing your parents and Savitar will rescind the Omegrion's order."
Wren froze as those ludicrous words went through him. Was the wolf on crack? "What the fuck are you talking about? They're trying to kill me because I'm dating Maggie."
"What are you, stupid?" Fury asked. "Your dating the human is only the catalyst for why Mama Lo tossed your ass out. The death warrant is because you murdered your parents."
"Says who?"
"Your cousin Zack."
Wren clenched his jaw shut to keep from gaping as rage took root deep inside him.
This, this just got ugly. He couldn't believe that bastard had gone to the council with his lies...
"We can help you, Wren," Vane said calmly. "But you have to trust us."
Wren sneered at the wolf. "I'm not putting my faith or life in anyone's hands. All that ever got me was screwed, and my ass is currently sore from it."
Fury curled his lip in repugnance. "Nice imagery there, tiger. Graphic. Ever think of writing children's books?"
Fang popped his brother lightly in the back of his head.
"Ow!" Fury snapped, rubbing the spot where he'd been hit. He glared at Fang.
"Was I this annoying before my attack?" Fang asked Vane.
Vane didn't hesitate. "Yes, and you still are most of the time. And we have now gotten off-topic."
"There's nothing to discuss," Wren said. "You can't keep me here forever, wolf. Putting me on a boat was a nice trick to keep them off my scent, but it won't take them long to figure out where I am. All you've done is drag the Dark-Hunters into our fight, and knowing Acheron, I'm sure he won't be amused by this."
Wren let out a tired sigh as he shook his head at them. "They'll be coming for me and we all know they won't stop. I would rather face them on my own terms than have them attack me on theirs."
Too tired and hurt to argue anymore, Wren headed for the door.
As he passed by Jean-Luc, the Dark-Hunter grabbed him. Before Wren could react, he felt the sting of a needle in his arm.
Infuriated, he growled and changed, but before he could do anything more, everything went black.
Marguerite went cold at the sight of Wren falling to the floor at the Dark-Hunter's feet. "What did you do?"
"Tranked him."
Fury let out a slow breath. "He's going to be seriously pissed off when he wakes up."
"No doubt," Jean-Luc concurred. "Therefore I suggest we keep him under at least for a day or two, until he can heal and you can plan out what it is he needs to do."
"Yeah, but if he doesn't listen-"
"Come up with your plan," Marguerite said, "and I'll make sure he listens to it."
Fury, who she had quickly learned was the doubting Thomas of the group, laughed at her. "Don't be so cocky, human. Wren isn't the kind of beast you manipulate."
Aimee shook her head at him. "No, Fury, you're wrong. With her, Wren is different."
Fury moved over and took Marguerite's hand into his. He turned it over to see her palm. "They're not mates."
Aimee passed an adoring look at Fang before she looked back at Fury. "You don't have to be mated to care deeply for someone. I think Wren will listen to her."
Marguerite stood back with Aimee as the men picked Wren's tigard form up and carried him down the narrow hallway to a lush bedroom that was adjacent to the one they had given her. She'd learned from Bill that this ship was a converted tanker. On the outside, it looked like a rusted heap, but inside it held every luxury known to mankind, including a satellite room that would give NASA a run for its money.
Dr. Alexander and Bill had determined that a ship was the safest place for them to hide. While they were over water, the Were-Hunters after Wren wouldn't be able to track him by scent, and so long as he kept his use of magic to a minimum, they wouldn't be able to find him that way, either.
She only hoped this worked. "Do you really think there's any way Wren can prove his innocence?" she asked Vane as he covered Wren in tigard form with a blanket.
"I don't know. Hell, I'm not even sure he didn't kill his parents. His cousin made one hell of an argument."
"He didn't kill them," Aimee said firmly. "I was there when they brought him in. He was too traumatized by it. He sat in a corner for three weeks solid with his arms around himself, just rocking back and forth whenever he was in human form. As a tigard, leopard, or tiger, he stayed coiled up."
Vane frowned. "Was he wounded when he was brought to you?"
Marguerite saw the reluctance on Aimee's face. "He was a little scuffed up."
Vane looked skeptical. "A little or a lot?"
"Okay, a lot," Aimee admitted reluctantly. "But had he been in a fight with two full-grown Katagaria, he would have been a lot more injured than what he was."
"Unless he poisoned them," Fury said. "Zack didn't really say how he'd killed them."
"I still don't believe it," Marguerite said. "It's not in him."
"Yeah, and you are delusional," Fury said. "Babe, news flash. With the exception of you and the pirate, we're all animals here. And we all have a killer's instinct."
Aimee sighed as she looked wistfully at Wren's unconscious form. "He did have a really hard time in puberty. He couldn't maintain his forms and he did have extremely violent outbursts over minor things."
"Such as?" Vane asked.
"Well, the first night he was working in the kitchen, Dev startled him, and Wren cut Dev's throat with the knife he had in his hands. Luckily, Dev pulled back fast enough that it was only a small wound, but had his reflexes been slower or if Dev had been human, it could have been fatal."
"That doesn't mean he killed his parents," Fang said as he moved to stand beside Aimee.
Jean-Luc made a noise of disagreement. "It's rather damning. Normal people don't do that."
Fang looked doubtful. "No, but someone who's been severely attacked and who was powerless to stop it would do it."
Fury didn't seem to buy Fang's argument, but Marguerite did.
"I don't know, Brother," Fury said. "I think you're projecting what happened to you onto Wren."
Marguerite looked at Aimee. "When was the last time Wren ever attacked anyone without them attacking him first?"
Aimee didn't hesitate with her answer. "Just that one time with Dev, but Wren was scared and shaking when it happened."
Marguerite nodded. "That's what I thought. Wren is innocent in this. He told me that his parents killed each other, and I believe him. Now we just need to put our heads together and think of some way to prove it."