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Mark“You’re late.” I grunted, staring at the pages in front of me.“Are you always so pleasant this early in the morning?” Janas sighed and sat in the chair opposite my desk. I grabbed my coffee and grunted again. “Patrol ran over,” he said. “We’re getting some of the new recruits up to snuff and they don’t always return on time.”I nodded. Typical new bloods. “How are they doing?”“Fine. It’s just not the same as running with the A-team.”I winced. I wish he wouldn’t call it that. We needed to think of everybody on the Alpha Guard as the A-Team. I told him as much.Janas sighed, ignoring me and risin
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KiraFourteen miles? Not bad. And it wasn’t even 7am.Goddess, being sober sucked.I headed to the kitchen.“Good morning,” I said, perching on top of the bar stool.Dina smiled, caught in conversation with one of the other cooks. “Be right there, sweetie.”I wiggled uncomfortably on the seat. I was dripping in sweat; even getting out at 5 in the morning–on a cool morning, no less–wasn’t enough from stopping me from sweating like a pig. I even smelled like one. I lifted a cheek
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KiraI turned my wrist, revving the engine beneath me. Irene didn’t like when I was late.Which was, reasonably… every other day. But that was really Mark’s fault, right?I felt the wind rustling through my hair. I should have worn my helmet. But the wind was drying my hair. I’d deal with the tangles later.I was about a mile away from the infirmary when, to my surprise, a motorcyclist pulled out in front of me.“What the–”I veered to the side, narrowly missing the curb and having to jump it.“WATCH IT!” I roared, fighting to straighten out. His hand flung up at the traffic light above, his
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Deidre“Is she here yet?”The intercom buzzed. “No.”I sighed, willing my day to be over. I glanced at the clock. It was only 10:15 in the morning. “Let me know when she arrives.”“Of course, Luna.”I tried to return to my labs, but my brain wasn’t retaining anything. I reread the same sentence at least four times before I jabbed my finger into the intercom again. “How late is she?”“Approximately twenty minutes, ma’am.”When she did have the decency to show up for the appointment that she
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Perrin “That’s hardly concrete evidence, Perrin.” My father looked at me sternly from across his desk, his arms folded across his broad chest. The sun was rising behind him, casting his large form in a ghostly silhouette. “But you have to agree! It totally could have been Nael!” “First of all, I’m not even going to comment on what the Luna Select was doing listening to another Alpha’s private messages,” he said firmly, his disapproval clear. “And second, anything that she would have heard is merely hear-say at this point and in no way admissible as evidence in any case.” I had to admit, he had a point. While Lo had shared the details of Nael’s phone message
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Perrin“Hello Mar–”The backside of someone who very much wasn’t Marge stood up from behind the circulation desk.“I’m sorry–I’m looking for Marge?”An enormous box of stray papers and junk landed with a thud on the circulation desk. The brown-haired young man behind it slumped over the desk, leaning on his elbows. “I’m not sure why you want to find her, but she’s in the back.”I hadn’t seen him before. This must have been who my father was talking about. I extended my hand. “Thank you. I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m–”“Perrin, Alpha Select. Yes, I know. Pleasure to meet you.&rd
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PerrinI skidded to a stop in front of the reception desk. Lorrie barely looked at me and waved me through, not even bothering to say hello, simply holding out a visitor's pass on the lanyard.“Thanks!” I said, huffing and sprinting down the hall. I was late.“Perrin! Please! Watch where you’re going!” Irene said, a flurry of papers exploding into the air as I bumped into her like feathers on a chicken.“I’m sorry! I’m running late!”“WALK!” She called, already dropping to her knees to gather the papers.“I’m sorry!” I said, turning as I ran backwards down the hall. “Don’t want to piss off you-know-who!&rdqu
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PerrinAnd then she yelled at me like I haven’t been listening to her!” I said, phone pressed to my ear while I poked at the vending machine. I’m just so annoyed.”“I wasn’t there, Perrin. I don’t know what else she could mean,” Lo whispered. She was in the archive in Texas and was trying to keep her voice down.“But you agree with me, right? She’s doing this on purpose?”I took Lo’s silence on the other phone as indication she was thinking. Closing my eyes, I could practically see her mouth twitching to one side of her face, lost in thought.“I don’t think it’s as simple as that,” she finally said. “Jesamine is a healer. From what you told me fro
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Deidre“How about this?”Mistra shakes her head, the pink dress I’m holding not doing it for her. Of course it wouldn’t. Mistra only wears dark and… darker. Except for the day she came back from vacation. From ‘visiting her son.’ Here. In Texas.“How about this?” This dress is darker, with a slit up to the thigh that should make any she-wolf her age think twice.“Too revealing,” she dismisses it. The hangers clank loudly on the rack as she disapproves of yet another rack of options.“Mistra?” The clacking plastic stills in response. “You wore pink when you came back from Texas. You think I didn’t notice?”A considering pause follows, then, “I was in a different mood, then.”“Oh?”“Yes. It was… the fresh air.”“So logic would dictate the color would suit you now as well, wouldn’t it?”Another pause. “I suppose.”I thrust my arms around the corner of the clothing rack, holding the original pink once again. She grabs it reluctantly and holds it up to her chin in front of a full-length mi
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Perrin The sound of my camera phone clicks and I don’t bother checking it before sending it to Lo. Then I switch shirts, and send another. PERRIN: Blue or green? LO: Either. They each bring out one of your eyes. LO: Goddess you look good. Before I can type a response, a video call from Lo pops up on the screen. I can tell based on the angle of the camera that she’s propped me up against a glass on Dina’s counter in the kitchen. “Hey there, beautiful.” Beautiful doesn’t do her justice, even mid-meal. Her eyes are bright and full of laughter, as if she’d just been joking with Dina. She munches on a carrot stick, grinning. “You know it’s not fair for you to just send me pictures like that.” She lowers her voice. “When you know I really want the other kind of picture.” I laugh, angling the camera so she can see my bare chest. “Gross,” I hear a mutter somewhere off-camera. “I’m not going to be attacked while I’m having lunch, Jack. You can be excused for ten.” “Thank Goddess.” Ja
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Deidre “Fontaine?” I flick through my mental list of scholars. Nothing registers. “Well, if he’s not a medical scientist or researcher, I probably wouldn’t have heard of him.” Mark grunts, throwing his phone down next to his lunch plate. “I’ve got nothing. The internet is supposed to be helpful. All I have are a bunch of university papers and a bunch of research I can’t make heads or tales of.” “Ah yes. My husband’s Beta, ever the academic,” I smile over the brim of my cup. “Quit it,” Jason growls, absorbed in his own phone screen. “Janas is keeping tabs on him, but other than going back to the infirmary, he hasn’t done much apart from call a taxi to take him to a restaurant.” Mark blinks. “A restaurant?” “Yes,” I quip. “The social environment in which people elect to eat and enjoy one another’s company–not that you’ve been to one in the last ten years.” “Seriously?” Jason snaps, head swiveling between Mark and I. “This is the last thing we need.” “A restaurant is not a securit
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Kira The tour was incredibly boring. Ben was professional and polite, wandering at a pace that Lo could keep up with, without getting breathless and being able to contribute to the conversation. It annoyed me how courteous he was. Jack spent most of the tour looking around inconspicuously for all of the cameras, finding their hidden reflective lenses in the niches of wood and leather around the Archives. From what I could tell, he’d found twenty-six of thirty. A flashing, toothy smile catches on another camera. Fine. Twenty-seven. They were just making the far side of the stacks, near the stairway that led down to the pack Archives, when Sirius became incredibly more interested. “And what are these?” He asked pointedly, looking at the stairs and the ropes that separated them off from prying visitors. “Ah. The Royal Archives of the Aperture Pack,” Ben said admiringly. “Home of our pack lineage, royal birth and marriage documents, copies of temple ceremony proceedings, and histori
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Kira I watched through the screen as Lo’s baby bump proceeded the rest of her into the frame, extending her hand to greet Ben’s. It was more formal than I’d ever seen either of them interact; but I recognized the show. It was all about appearances. Impressing this scholar. A moment later Sirius eased into the frame, his height nearly blocking out all of Lo except her belly, his own graceful hand extending to capture Ben’s as they exchanged greetings. “Good morning, Professor–?” Ben opened warmly. Smooth. And good. Since I still had no idea what this guy’s last name has to do a thorough background check. I looked at my legal pad, tapping my pen on the blank page. Mark was clear with his instructions, and so far I wasn’t doing very well. “Oh! Just Sirius, please. No need for formalities.” Lo stepped out from behind Sirius, her face beaming with that pregnant glow of hers, despite the gray-scale of the monitor. “Sirius, this is Benjamin, the scholar and historian I was telling you
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Kira Janas walked me through my controls. Eight screens, two keyboards, something that looked like an old-school joystick, and enough cords and plugs to cover the majority of the Luna’s office. I wondered what she’d think of it now; it’s usually pristine surfaces now covered in a jungle of electrical equipment. “Got that?” Janas said for nearly the seventh time. “Yes,” I muttered, sitting down in the seat behind the Luna’s desk. It was the last place I ever thought I’d sit, and shifted uneasily as I put down my crutches. The ruse was still necessary in case anyone came in here with Cynthia while I was working. I had felt the glances as Janas wheeled me in this afternoon, crutches across my lap as we passed the busy lobby of the pack house. Many offered greetings and wishes for a speedy recovery, all genuine. It made my back stiffen at the deception. I made a mental note to talk to Perrin about just how different his legacy was going to be from his father’s… and despite my own sel
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BenMy alarm goes off, and I don’t even want to reach for my phone.It’d be great to stop the two-day hangover that plagues me. But something else entirely when I’ll look at my screen and realize Kira hasn’t called me back. Or texted.Not like she would.I roll over, swatting blindly at my bedside table until my phone drops onto the floor, vibrating and jittering across the cheap carpet like some strange bug.I test my eyes, flickering them open against my ceiling.Well. At least my hangover is gone today. I exhale. I’d rather have the pain of that hangover instead of the anger I feel at myself. Not just anger.Shame. Annoyance.And the worst part? The self-pity.I’ve drowned in the feelings of the last few days, addicted to the self-sabotage of not eating, not consuming anything and not trusting myself. I’ve been sober for years. And doing this now? Giving into temptation? I want to blame my thesis. My stupid failed research. I want to just burn all of it to Hell and back. But gnawi
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Perrin“Holy shit.”Mark softly whistles behind me, unnerved at the site of it as we drive in. The Chiyad training facilities is enormous. No. gigantic. Whichever one is bigger.“This is where Ethan’s been training,” I say unnecessarily, awed at the outside of it. I wondered if Ethan could escape being the favorite for the Beta championship by just having access to state-of-the-art facilities. Mark doesn’t answer, but drives to a series of parking spots on the side of the building. “I know Ethan’s been working hard,” I go on as we get out of the car. “And Justin had only mentioned they were working on getting their facility renovation underway. Is this the before or after? They couldn’t have done all of this in just a few months.”Mark’s neck cranes to look up the side of the building. “I don’t know.”We walk into the large side entrance, automatic doors whooshing in around us with crisp, air-conditioned coolness. I blink twice as a discreet whirring sounds, a scanning of our bodies
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KiraI set the phone down on the bedside table, pulling my blankets over me at the chill that had nothing to do with the temperature of my room.What the hell?But I couldn’t help but smirk. My gut instinct about the visiting wolf hadn’t been totally off. Something hadn’t been right about Sirius. Not wrong, per se… but definitely not normal. Were all European wolves that way? And how Mark had discovered our pack had a visitor less than twelve hours after they’d left? I didn’t know. Some type of Beta secret perhaps. He’d tell me in time. I was beginning to realize just how much I had to learn.I frowned, knowing Royhill would likely come pick me up in the morning. I stared at the clock. It was way past my bedtime. Not that I cared. I scratched at the stupid fake brace on my leg.On the positive side, apparently hiding away in the Luna’s office was going to be exactly what I was up to, the joke made earlier to Jesamine in jest or not. And sooner than I had anticipated; Naineeve was her
