when Sam liked to get there, before other prying eyes could arrive. If one word got back to his father about where he was, he would have a much bigger problem then moving things too fast with Olivia. It’d been two years since he'd seen him, and he liked it that way.
He ascended the stairs and went up to the office. If Ty wasn't there, he could check in with one of the brothers. Any of the clan members would tell Ty that he had checked in. But as he knocked on the door, he could feel the tense attitude on the other side of it. Even though Sam wasn’t a member of the clan, his inner bear still respected Ty as the leader. Anything he said, went.
“Come in.” He heard Ty's voice on the other side of the door.
He walked in to see Ty sitting at his desk and Mia perched on the corner.
“Sam! Lovely to see you again. How’s it been going?”
Sam liked Mia. With all of the space that Ty had built between himself and Sam, Mia closed the gap in seconds—she just had that warm way about her. She was welcoming but not too welcoming, sweet but believable.
“Busy. There's a guest at the B&B, and her pipes needed some checking.”
Mia covered her mouth as she giggled. “And how did that work out for you? I mean with her pipes.”
Sam rolled his eyes. Luckily for him, Ty backed him up. “You want to go check on the baby? I've got something I would like to discuss with Sam in private.”
She hopped down off the desk and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Sure,” she said as she passed by both of them exiting the room.
Sam didn't understand, though. Anything that could be said to Ty could be said in front of his mate. She was the Itana, after all. Practically royalty. So why was he trying to get rid of her?
“Why don’t you sit down?”
Sam shuffled his feet over to the chair and studied Ty as he sat down on it. “What's going on?”
Ty raised an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t you tell me, Sam? We’ve been doing a little bit of digging into your past.”
Shit. “A little bit of digging? And what did you find out?”
Ty crossed his arms. “Who your father is.”
Sam set his lips into a thin line. He would neither confirm nor deny his birthright. He ran away from that life, started fresh. Grayslake really felt like a place he could settle. Why was his past constantly catching up with him?
“Sam, I know you're a Hunter, and not the common name type. Which also means you know that you can't stay here.”
Sam sighed. “Why can’t I stay? I'm not joining your clan; I'm just staying as a nomad. I’m alone here. I haven’t created any problems for you.”
“But that's just it, you're not part of the clan. We support nomads here, sure. I let you go for this long because I figured at some point you’d just move on, like the rest do. Now knowing that you’re the potential next in line for another southern clan, I can't have you stay here. Even if I think your intentions are pure, the other clan members won't.”
Sam shook his head; he couldn't believe this was happening again. The last clan had found out who his father was as well and they shipped him off only a couple days later. Why couldn't he just keep his head down and have his past not follow him everywhere? Why couldn't he just live?
“So how long do I have?”
Ty shrugged. “I don't know man, a few days, maybe a week? But I won’t be able to keep your birthright quiet for very long. I'm also not the only one who knows about it.”
Great. So other members of the clan had already voiced their concerns. That meant he didn't have long at all. A week was pushing it.
“Fine. I’ll find somewhere else to go, I guess.”
“You know there's another option. You could give up your birthright and you could join the clan. Stay in Grayslake forever.”
Sam knew that Ty understood that that wasn't an option. “You know I can't just give up my birthright. If I do, my father will come and find me, and he'll probably kill me for it. But thanks for the