#Chapter 83: A Little Tomfoolery

“I don’t know that it’ll be enough for the police,” Marcus says to me early that evening, after Daisy has gone to lie down for a rest and the recording is in the grim-faced Alpha’s possession. “But it’ll certainly be enough for the Werewolf Council.” We’re in Marcus’s suite of rooms at the Mansion, eating dinner from trays sent up by Mrs. Potts and sharing a rather excellent bottle of red wine from the Alpha’s personal wine cellar. A rich Merlot – I savor it as I swirl it in my glass. “What does that mean, then?” I ask curiously. “Can the Werewolf Council – I don’t know, what can they do to Charles?” “Well, they can’t imprison him, unfortunately,” Marcus says, rubbing his jaw. “We have treaties with the US Government about that sort of thing. But they can strip him of all his titles, power, and money, and ban him from our territories.” “Really?” I ask, impressed. “Really,” Marcus says. “Daisy will be granted an annulment immediately, and her child will be declared offici