Tara finally got to the end of the line of wolves at her office door. Most of the issues were odd to say the least, but they affected these people’s lives, she guessed. Then there were a few wolves that came into her office, and she noticed how uncomfortable they were with Jaxon in the room. One tried to let her know she could talk to them at anytime about anything. Now she was wondering about what they were hinting at. Did they think she was in trouble somehow? Or did they think Cal was angry with her and she should expect him to punish her for yet another thing? Well, that would probably change once this was all over.Once Alpha Elmwood and the rogues were dealt with, she’d find out what’s truly going on in Cal’s mind where it concerned her. Every time something changed around them, his rules would change, and she figured that would happen again. “I think that’s everyone. You can relax now.” Jaxon said when he entered again and returned t
Cal and the wolves with him finally found where the fight was happening on one of the upper floors. It was insane to see the enclosed fighting. This brought back memories of the battles between NARC and the Liche’s patchwork monstrosities. That was horrific. Cal and his enforcers were there, but so were so many others.Now, NARC enforcer teams were made up of different species of supernatural creatures. This was in response to a need that war brought forward.The Fae here were used to managing groups of a single supernatural species. Like wolf shifters or mages. A coterie of vampires, or a coven of druids. Another thing the Fae would not expect was the dragon shifter in their midst.It was bloody, and that wasn’t good. Some Fae had acidic or poisonous blood. Others spit or bit with venom. The Fae always coated their claws within this stuff, or so Cal learned when it became obvious that the Fae were back. The Fae and the discovery of the creation of Lycans by illegal means by
The NARC enforcers came out of the building with two Fae captives, and the Toronto Alphas waited for assistance from the vampiric enforcers of NARC to come in and figure out if either the mages or druids could recover the shifters within the basement storage room. There were eleven wolf shifters caged within the room. The Fae forced them into their fur and fixed shifter silver collars on them. They know by how the collars were fashioned that they could only have been placed there by the Fae. The Fae used their magic to form the collars around the shifters’ throats. There were no joins, latches, or locks. Intricate designs told a story of who owned the wolf and their place within their army. In the end, the Vampires forced Elmwood and those with him back within the room so that they could come in and tranquilize them. Every single one wouldn’t or couldn’t calm down. Nor did they respond to reasoning or words. It was like they’d been turned into guard
Tara really hated when other people pointed out the defects in how she saw reality. Now, not only did she see an entirely frightening side to Cal. A side she was pretty sure that she didn’t want anything to do with. But now she saw how his words and actions toward her didn’t match. She’d grown up never seeing how a fate pairing worked. The stories about fate and the Moon Goddess were just that, tales of fantasy with nothing grounded in reality. Yet everyone around her right now expected her to follow every detail of that fantasy to the letter. Tara feared what would happen when there was nothing holding Cal back. Would he really still want her like Rachel and Jaxon kept telling her? Or would his feelings change along with his rules, and this all fall apart like a house made of cards? Her mind told her she wasn’t being unreasonable, but her heart hurt, like she’d already been betrayed by everyone around her. Tara heard the noise of the club
Cal finally could settle into one vehicle that came with him, and he had the brain cells still to remember to pull out his phone finally.He’d finished changing out of his messed up gear and into a set of spare clothing the go bags always carried. They often kept several go bags in the trunks of their vehicles just in case a wolf did exactly what he stupidly did. Shifted without removing his clothes.At least, at this time of year, they didn’t need several layers of clothing to survive in their flesh. Nothing like shifting in a down filled parka. The song line may have been ‘It’s Raining Men.’ But there’s something about watching it rain down feathers at the beginning of a particularly bloody battle. Cal scrolled through his texts, and voice mails he’d deal with emails later. The complaints about the violence at his club and there was no warning about it from patrons were leading the way. But what caught his notice, though, were the three concerned messages from diff
Tara knew she was dreaming and that would usually be fine with her. But the fact she could talk about it being a dream and not wake up, that was a red flag. Something wasn’t right. At first, she couldn’t put a finger on what was wrong. She didn’t sense danger, then another clue came to her. She was in her flesh, that wasn’t right. She’d gone to sleep in her fur. When Tara remembered her dreams, she was usually in whatever form she fell asleep in. She’d figured that was something the shifter mind did to make things a little less jarring when the shifter woke up. Next clue was how intense the colours were. She so rarely remembered her dreams. At least she’d not done something crazy like entering the Dream Realm. That would have been truly frightening, with the Dream Realm pretty much an unstable war zone. It was dangerous normally, but now. Now it was dangerous and unstable. NARC made sure everyone and anyone that could access it knew that it wasn’t s
“Us? How many pups are we going to have?” “I can’t tell you that, but I can tell you after your first pregnancy you tell him you have enough to handle. News flash, Dad doesn’t listen. You have three pregnancies.” “How many pups?” “Enough that you’d be running away if I told you. Don’t worry, you love all of us by the time we’re all here.” Tara prayed this was just a dream turning into a nightmare. She couldn’t be talking to one of her pups, could she? If she was, who was the pup speaking for that Tara wouldn’t listen to? “Look, you have to forgive him and show him he doesn’t have to be perfect or in control all the time. Has he told you how he grew up and why he opened the club?” “Okay, no he hasn’t and I’m not discussing the club with any pup, let alone one of mine.” The horror of the downhill conversation. Tara now knew she wasn’t in control, and it wasn’t her mind running the show. “Fine, I’ll keep his four-yea
Cal finally made it back home. It took more hours than he’d planned. It didn’t help that a group of disgruntled humans want to blame them for their city falling apart around them, and their crime rates going on the rise. When a shifter casually commented on the fact that they were in fact interrupting them cleaning up their criminal behaviour which by the laws humans went by meant they were aiding and abetting the criminal in evading prosecution. It had gone downhill from there. After several arrests, Cal knew it would end up somewhere in the news. It brought to light an issue created by humans and that was if supernatural creatures had the right within Canada or anywhere that banned execution as punishment? He knew that wouldn’t go away soon. As if they didn’t have enough politics to deal with and grey area within the laws. His own club was now receiving the hairy eyeball from concerned citizens. There were now two groups coming for him and the club.