Viking wolf

He looked away, out the window towards the patio where Rian had been before and bit his lip slightly. “I don’t know, Sam. But I can’t go to the Chateau and talk to them there. Too many ears. Everyone in that castle would hear us. I can’t take them to the Talamasca… because… well. Yeah. That just wouldn’t work. Not even the Talamasca know that I am a vampire, I keep my appearances with them few and far between so they don’t get suspicious.” He sighed. “We can have Rian not be here… perhaps. Maybe just you and I. The pack is safe in Norway, just have Rian go there for a bit, or maybe send him on some pointless job?”

He looked up in surprise at the question “there are at least three different packs of Bonegnawers in New York. They keep their numbers small but I doubt I could convince them ta move from their territory. They guard the people living on the streets and they defend their turfs fiercely” he scratched his beard again “and there’s like 15 glasswalkers in the top businesses around the city” he paused for a long time “and Cole. Whom just went undercover with a firm run by Pentex.”

Sam looked like he was shrinking a bit when the immortal looked at him again “I don’t want ta kill him. It was just…a question.” The Viking frowned a bit “I came to you first,Tes. Tamlin would overreact. He’d beat my arse then kill Armand. You know how he is about keeping things secret. He only lets you be part of our world because you’ve made things easier fer him.” He shifted almost nervously in his seat, smelling the frustration, feeling it build in the air.

Teskhamen froze. Glasswalkers. Cole. He looked over at Sam then. “Does Rian know that Cole is embedded in there?” he asked softly, knowing that Rian probably would not be pleased about the situation. He was exceptionally protective of the young glasswalkers. He ran a hand through his hair. “Do you understand what you’ve done? Armand won’t stop, you know. He will scour that city until he finds you again. Or someone like you. He’s got that… stubborn tenacity. Especially for New York. Because that is his territory. So now he’ll be determined to find out how many wolves are in his territory.”

At least Tamlin didn’t know yet. “Then we might have a chance to contain this… we… we should probably bring Armand here. Or he’ll never stop. And that might draw Tamlin’s gaze.” He sank back into his seat. “If he hasn’t told Marius yet, he will. He can’t keep anything a secret from him for very long.” He looked over at Sam. “You’ve effectively pulled the vampires in to the inner circle… I hope it doesn’t signify the end of my bloodline.” Who would he side with if push came to shove? The wolves were his family, but - so were the vampires.

He looked up in surprise "bring him here? And what if he's told Marius? Do we bring him in too?" he ran a hand through his hair "then what next? What happens once they realize you've turned one of us? What if our side realizes Rian ain’t different due ta his bloodline but due to being a fecking vampire?" he groaned. These had been the things they had gone over many times in the past, talked in circles around it without ever coming to any solution. There was no way of knowing how it would play out until it did. The day was always going to come, but Sam had never in a million years thought he'd be the one to be the catalyst.

The young wolves would be in danger, how many immortals would want a pet werewolf? Teskhamen could already think of a handful who would love to get their hands on a werewolf. He blinked, looking over at Sam as he realized the man was talking again, he was so busy running through the information, he’d nearly forgotten the questions he’d posed to the alpha wolf. He’d left quickly, but that didn’t mean Armand wouldn’t continue to look. “How many wolves are in New York right now?” he asked softly. “Can you pull any of them? Temporarily?”

He stood and moved to a filing cabinet to pull out a few Talamascan files of vampires known to frequent New York. Though he froze at Sam’s last suggestion. Kill him? Yes it made sense. But.. kill him? He turned slowly to face Sam. “You want to kill my grand-fledgling? Armand is of my blood. I will not tolerate someone just… killing him. Besides, who would it be? You? You want to go and kill him? Or would you tell Tamlin to send someone? You and I both know who he’d send. You want to have him make Rian kill his own blood?”