Later that day, John was sitting under his favorite tree, watching as Bella, Tobias, and Sally, alongside of the other recently purchased livestock, were shown around the place by Julia and Hanna, who seemed to show a special amount of attention to his family.
"It's something special, isn't it?"
John glanced over at Robert. The werewolf grinned at him.
"Most livestock owners advise against having whole families, especially adults and children, on the same farm," Robert said.
"Because you tend to eat the parents before they become twenty-five or older, to prevent them from being Protective of their offspring," said John. "Besides Bella, only five of the two dozen other females I've mated with are still alive."
Robert chuckled. "Such is business - B Plus Grade and better are worth quite a bit of money. I got a good deal on your family - that son of yours more than makes up for the million I paid for them. I mean, he's worth five million dollars, and he's yet to produce any offspring for me. Your daughter's easily worth a million herself. Your Mate, let's be fair, she's in her mid thirties, got something of a gamey taste, although some pay good money for that, and she's very Protective - she's D Plus, in all fairness. Most expensive Dog Food I've ever bought."
"Unless she's already dead, if you feed her to Millie, not only will I kill that sheepdog, I'll kill you, your wife, and your two eldest," John said, hate in his voice. "That goes for any of my family - harm them without a good reason, and I'll smash your skull in."
Robert looked at him. "I wouldn't dream of harming any of your family - too valuable to do so." He then turned his attention to the three in question. "What would you do if some one else did though?"
"Let's put it this way, if you're involved in harming them, I'll kill you," said John. "Otherwise, you'll be fine. Anyone else involved would end up dead."
"I'm curious, just what is your plan for the Big Escape?" Robert asked. "I know your part in the plan is to keep me and mine from leaving the house while it goes on, but I'm curious about just how you'll get everyone out."
"Steal some rubber-handled wire cutters, and cut through the fences," John said, fairly easily.
"Do you know how to get into the shed?" Robert asked, barely raising an eyebrow.
"Shed wall's thin enough to charge through it," said John. "That or just rush the door. Not that it matters - I'll be the one keeping you and your family trapped inside the house."
Robert chuckled. "You do know that the house has a back door, plus windows, right?"
"I know where there's a hidden oil lamp, filled with oil, plus matches, and gasoline," said John. "One wrong move, I burn the place down."
Robert's eyes widened. "Are you joking? I know the part about the shed has to be bullshit, but burning down my home, with my family inside it?"
John gave a predatory grin. "Are you sure that you want to call my bluff? My father burnt down an illegal blood production facility, just to free me. That sort of thing runs in the family." He leaned over to Robert. "How does it feel to be afraid for once in your life?"
"Please tell me that you're joking about the fire?" Robert asked, somewhat nervously.
John chuckled, as he sat back. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do that - the smell of burnt flesh haunts my nightmares though. Even after twenty years, I can't forget it. As much as I hate you, I wouldn't want to see you burn to death."
"Could you tell me what happened to you that day?" Robert asked.
John sighed. "My mother and I got caught while picking berries - mother wanted something to surprise father with after he returned from hunting. Others were out there though, and they weren't picking berries. We were caught, and taken to a blood production facility. They tested my mother, found her worth thirty thousand dollars per ounce, and drugged her, thus braindeading her. Then they tested me - fifty thousand dollars per ounce - they claimed I was worth. They were about to start the process on me when my father broke in. In the process, he was injured, fatally. He was able to free me though, told me to run. Then, he set the place on fire."
"Do you know who owned it?" Robert asked.
John nodded. "Marcus Fang - I saw him at the place the next day, while I was hiding, trying to recover from what had happened. After that, I found the Wrangler herd, and they took me in."
Robert frowned. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that stuff happened to you."
"Not as sorry as Marcus will be if I ever get my hands on him," said John. "I'll make him eat his own teeth."
"I might be able to help you get some form of revenge," said Robert. "Granted, the statute of limitations for the poaching as run out, but if he was running an illegal blood production facility then, odds are, he has more, and he's not declaring the income."
"I might be satisfied with ruining him that way," said John. "That being said, if I find him here without your permission, I'll beat him to death."
"I'll keep that in mind," said Robert. "Still, let me make a few calls."
John watched as the werewolf stood up, and walked towards the farmhouse.
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