"As you have said, so shall it be." Each Alpha spoke in their own language, acknowledging Vasile's dominance.
"I will be in touch as the time draws near," Vasile told them just before he turned the screen off, effectively ending the conversation. He turned to Decebel. "Get Dillon on the phone."
Decebel nodded as he pulled out his cell and dialed Dillon Jacobs' number. He handed Vasile the phone as soon as he heard the other wolf's “hello”.
"Dillon, it's Vasile. When will you be arriving?"
"I thought I would come about a week before The Gathering. My mate wants to meet Jacque," Dillon explained.
"You and yours are welcome to stay here until it's time to go to the estate. I'm sure you will elaborate further on how this all came about and why you did not call and give me warning about what the others had been planning." Vasile's words, although firm, were not angry or cruel.
"We will talk when I arrive." Dillon paused. "When are you planning on telling the girls?"
"The sooner the better," Vasile responded. "Those three are nearly as hot headed as a full blooded Romanian she-wolf."
"I will call Jacque tomorrow, then." With that, Dillon disconnected.
Vasile rubbed his face as he finally relented and sat down in one of the empty chairs.
"Do they really expect Jennifer to go to this gathering?" Decebel spat the word as if it were some disgusting bug.
"I don't have a choice, Decebel." Vasile glared at his Beta. "Whether you and your wolf have accepted it or not, she is pack. No matter the amount of blood in her, she has Canis lupis in her veins and that makes her subject to our laws. Deal with it however you need to. Growl, throw a fit, allow your wolf to hunt, accept your attraction to her – do whatever it is you must, but get over it. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," Decebel growled, but submitted by baring his neck.
"Skender," Vasile addressed the wolf who had been sitting quietly and observing as was his custom. "I need a list of all the unmated pack members."
"I'll have it for you within the hour," he answered as he stood up and headed out of Vasile's office.
"Decebel, arrange for a pack meeting tomorrow evening. We will meet in the largest media room at 8 p.m."
"Done." Decebel nodded.
Suddenly, Fane stopped pacing. He closed his eyes as if concentrating.
"What do you see, son?" Vasile asked.
Fane was catching glimpses from his mate's mind, though she was trying to block him. She still hadn't learned that now that they were mated it would take undivided concentration to block him. The little vixen and her two friends were causing quite a stir in one of the local bars. He saw Jen in her mind. She was on the bar…dancing. Fane grinned.
"What are you grinning about?" Decebel growled, knowing he wasn't going to like the answer.
"I think it's time we break up their girls' night out before Jen falls off the bar," Fane told him, and though he tried he couldn't hide the teasing laughter in his eyes as he watched his words penetrate Decebel's mind.
"She's in a bar?"
"Oh, she'll do you one better than that, Beta." Fane chuckled. "She's on a bar, as in dancing on a bar. The patrons are quite taken with her."
Decebel was out of his seat and ripping the door to Vasile's office open before Fane finished his sentence.
"Did you have to taunt him?" Vasile scolded.
Fane shrugged. "Seeing the steely, calm Beta all riled is too much to pass up, Alpha."
Vasile tried to hide his smile as he shook his head at his only son. "Fine. But hurry up and go with him or he'll tear the damn bar apart. I don't have the time or energy to deal with that mess."
"As you say." Fane winked at his father as he followed after Decebel.
"Luna, I'm giving you fair warning. Your little night out has been found out by the object of your taunting. Do you think it wise, my love, to bait a dominant male?"