Page 141 of Chaos has a Name
Now, they understood.
Timothy had been protecting his hellions who could have been tagged as the sacrifice.
As for it being dangerous…
“We have no choice but to do this, Chief. We’re sorry, but we can promise to be delicate and not upset anyone who believes inThe Hollow.”
The man sighed.
“The Hollowwill get angry,” he began, but then he stopped talking when the door opened, and two men walked in.
It appeared, the leaders of the tribe were ready to meet.
One they recognized from their youth, and their father’s life, and one they didn’t.
Both Ethan and Callen stood to greet them. Lance Running Wolf hugged them both.
“Hello, boys,” he said. “I hope you and your family are well. We’ve heard you brought your whole family back.”
Yes, yes, they had.
Oh, they were falling apart at the seams, but only because of Wyler running for it.
As for this man, they knew him because he had once been friends with Wyler.
Best.
Friends.
That was until the day that they’d coveted the same woman. Wyler won, and Lance held a grudge, mostly because of how shitty a husband Wyler had been.
To that day, he didn’t believe that Wyler had ever deserved Catherine and her love. Unfortunately for Wyler, Timothy had a fond spot for Lance, and he genuinely liked the man.
That caused more tension than not. It always rubbed Wyler the wrong way that his father was siding with the enemy.
The irony was Lance had been right.
Wyler had been a shit husband, and a terrible human being when it came to Catherine. He hurt her in ways he never quite understood.
If fate had been different, Ethan would have been born a Redbear, and wouldn’t have been related to Callen—at all. That might be why they had been tied at the soul, and had held off on their relationship for so long.
Fate had two paths for them, and they’d ended up on the Blackhawk one.
Together.
The Great Spirit’s plans had been thwarted, and they’d been pushed together as brothers.
“Hello,” Ethan said, as they both greeted the other man.
Abe Crowfeather shook their hands and then took a seat on one side of Tom.
“To what do we owe this?” Abe asked, curious as to what the men were asking about because Tom looked agitated. It wasn’t easy to do that.
Because they needed to know, Tom caught them up to speed, starting with the easiest information.
“The president’s daughter is with her in-laws, and they need our permission for the Secret Service to be here. They also have a law issue. Your daughter, Lance, has found herself in a mess. They found remains, and folded clothing on the edge of the reservation.”
Neither man looked surprised at the last part. That told them all they needed to know.
