“How are we supposed to observe anything if we’re stuck out here with the humans? Shouldn’t we be in there to ensure everything goes as planned?” Cal finally said after everything he’d done today to get this far. He felt like the Ruling Council was neutering him. “I agree. Anything could happen in there and it appears like we’ve got some serious over kill in numbers. With everyone standing around here like this. Eli, this is your territory and even the Ruling Council can’t say a thing if you decide to go in there.” “What you say is true. This is my pack’s land, and that scum is hiding out in my territory without my leave. I say we go in there and find out what crap this fool thinks he’s pulling. Also, it would be nice to know exactly how the Ruling Council is interfering with what happens in my territory.” An alpha’s territory was, in fact, the pack’s territory. It was one and the same and some alpha’s like Eli used the terms almost interchangeably. To mess wit
“I only hear fighting. I thought they planned to come in here and haul them out after negotiating with them.” Gregory didn’t look happy. Clearly, whatever was going on wasn’t what he’d been briefed on, and he’d ensure heads rolled later when this was all done. “Yeah, well, it sounds like plans changed and something didn’t go how they expected. Eli’s probably correct about this being planned by someone with a few more brain cells than Elmwood. He’s an old codger with old ideas full of greed and selfishness.” Cal wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but he felt the need to confide in this wolf. He was one of those who didn’t make snap decisions and looked at the reasoning behind everything from the angle of the people who had to live through it and beyond it. “I received the Ruling Council’s file on him. I’m still trying to figure out how he conned anyone into following him. He’d do anything to get what he wanted, and he’s an honour less dog.” Cal was ple
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