— Kaden —
“Well, first I believe there are congratulations in order. I heard you kicked some serious vamp’s ass,” said David.
“Thanks man, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this going. Haven’t slept much in a while.”
“Okay, sorry ‘bout that.
—Eveline —The return home was uneventful.Or so until I couldn’t contain myself.I’ve been trying so hard not to scream at the top of all the hills that I had found my mate. I was on a constant high. I needed a release, so I rushed home to find the girls.
— Eveline —“Allô, chérie!”“Allô, Laeticia. How are you doing today?”“Very well. Alpha Jean-Philippe is ready to receive you.”&
— Darren —I was sitting in my car, waiting, near a small airport strip, for a plane to land.I took my week off work so I could spend more time with Eva.The private airstrip had no indoor waiting area or anything like that. There was a small traffic tower, and a few plane hangars, and that was mostly it. It w
— Mishka —I was climbing the fire stairs up to my apartment. I don’t take elevators unless I want to be spotted. Which is never when I go back home.I was tired.This last job had been a mess.
— Kaden —We arrived on Monaweard’s territory around noon.David was waiting for us.“Glad you could make it early,” he said to me as I got out of the car. “There’s been another incursion a couple of hours ago, and two of the packs have missing people.”
— Darren —Our date night ended at the hospital. Kate got in a fender bender and broke her wrist, and wasn’t able to reach Kevin.He eventually rushed to the hospital once the cast was set—once everything got settle, and we moved homeward, it was already two in the morning.
— Mishka —“Your bed is here,” said John, pointing to a room the size of my closet with an uncomfortable-looking camping cot against one wall and a tall slim dresser next to it for only storage. One of the walls didn’t even have paint on it.I looked at the guy as if he was mocking me. For what I costed him, I would assume they have some cash at hand. So either this is extremely temporary, or they don’t have as
— Eveline —We were seated on rickety chairs around tiny tables in a crowded mezzanine of a bar. The place was not big, and nearly half the space was for giant vats of stainless steel where they made their own brews, protected by large expanses of glass, separating the bar section from the factory side.Darren was on my right on his own little rickety chair. On my left was a dark skinned Tyson. He had tight cropped black hair, a