Ellie lay in bed pondering everything. She had a new life inside her, and what kind of world would they come into? Medical professionals were screaming for information about the physical forms of supernatural creatures. Others were demanding a registry of supernatural creatures so they could track them. Now people with incurable diseases and injuries we’re demanding help from magic. They couldn’t fathom the truth that magic had rules just like science, and that magic was just as limited. She didn’t want her offspring to go to school with human children. That was just asking for trouble. If a human got bitten, there’d be a nightmare and vilification of her offspring. Ellie knew half of her fears were years down the road and they were haunting her because she was sick of the same walls. She needed to get things done. Arrange things, work, live and all that. “Care to tell me, what has the hamster in your mind running for its life? I
Malcolm and Jordan were at the firm this morning when Malcolm received a call from the ruling council. “Ambassador, what can I do for you?” “Alpha Richards, I would like some help within your area with a few negotiations. Would you have time to meet with me? I’d like to get this arranged as quickly as, possibly.” “Yes, of course. When would you like to meet?” “Are you available at lunch today? I’d like to get this started as soon as possible. Say noon at the Hilton Hotel Restaurant. I’ve reserved a private dining room there. Please feel free to bring your Beta, and mates, this will be a decent sized gathering. Also, expect there to be a possibility of a photo opportunity.” “A photo opportunity…” Malcolm hesitated. He wanted to say that Melody wouldn’t be there. He didn’t want her in a dangerous situation. Photos were too much. It was one thing to poke fun at the media and tell them about being a wolf and fox. But photos made it far too real be
“Is it me or did Malcolm want to say something, but never got around to it?” Ellie asked as they returned to their meeting. “Of course he’s learning. Telling me what I’m doing only makes his life frustrating. He’s finally figured out that forcing decisions out of my hands means he’s complicating things unnecessarily. I know exactly what his problem is, and I don’t blame him for worrying about it.” “Great, can you tell me what his disapproval is about?” “A photo opportunity means our faces are verified as faces of influential shifters. He’s afraid a group or person will come after us and hunt us. Which is bound to happen one way or another. After all, he and I did admit to being shifters before this. The only difference is that no one could verify our claims. They could dismiss it as we’re trying to pretend to be shifters because it’s controversial. This interaction with the media will seal the deal and verify us as shifters. Basically, we’re putting th
They rushed down to a waiting vehicle. Their security staff were coldly quiet, and the ride could be described as uncomfortable at best. Melody knew she wasn’t in the best hands. They wouldn’t harm her, but they wouldn’t go out of their way to sacrifice in order to save her. This she had to console herself to. Ironically, they could slip past a small group of protesters. The small number of protesters surprised Melody. She’d gotten the feeling from the news that people were far more plentiful that felt this way. These people wanted to lock away all supernatural creatures for the safety of all humans. They rejected the idea that once upon a time, all supernatural creatures were from human stock. She’d even seen these fools wearing silver collars as if that would save them from some expected attack on them. Melody figured it was to protect them from vampire bites. It went along with the prayer beads, crosses, and garlic many of them carried. They didn’t
As the luncheon started, they noticed that several human media people were allowed in, and they were quietly speaking to different people. It wasn’t a simple thing to watch. Everyone was uncomfortable and leery of the entire event. Malcolm sat beside Melody with several others at their table. Ellie sat beside Melody on her other side, with Jordan beside Ellie. “As far as we’ve been able to find out, this is a meet and greet with the media so that they can get to know the influential shifters in the city. They want them to learn about us and what to expect.” “So? What are we doing here?” “Melody, you’re my mate and have a reputation of your own as the Fox of Bay Street. Think about it. You are almost as well known as I am. We might not be as rich as the Wolversens, but we have our own influences. We appear to have become a power couple in the eyes of the general public.” “So what? They want to do a human interest piece on the non-humans?”
The people at the luncheon turned out to be the NARC Ambassadors and the Toronto Council of Alphas from the supernatural interests. From the human side of things, the mayor, several city councillors, and a representative from a newly created federal office. The luncheon went well, with the attendees stuck speaking to several members of the press before an official press conference started. The small interviews were to prove that they weren’t so different from humans in their lives. From paying taxes, working, and family life. The press asked about all of it. Several questions, though, Malcolm refused to answer. When the real conference started, there were two rows of tables staggered so that the press could see them all. The Ruling Council sat at the tables above the Toronto Council of Alphas. With the city, provincial, and federal representatives with the Ruling Council on the top tier. The mates of the Alphas, along with
“They’re monsters and you’re treating them like royalty. What about the real people you’re ignoring? Why are they getting special treatment? They brought this trouble onto the people of this city. They should pay for this. Kick them out of the country.” He couldn’t have been a day under sixty years old. The intolerance dripped off him like an oily sludge. He was the type of person who made up their minds with only a slight understanding of a few facts. Then right or wrong he’d come to his conclusions and stick to them. His slate grey hair looked like it hadn’t seen a comb in a long while. It stuck out in several places at awkward angles. Malcolm watched him marvelling at how this man thought he would be considered credible to the general public. He looked like he was homeless and down on his luck. Yes, his clothes were, but he must have slept for several days in or near the protest lines. “You’ve got nothing to say, because you know I’m right. Send them back to their home p
“So, you want us to leave and take them with us? How do you suggest we do that exactly? If we could have done that before, do you truly believe that we wouldn’t have? As for sending the Fae back, most of the portals that were used are dead or sealed. They sealed them with the intention of never opening them again. Without knowing how many Fae exist here currently, we can’t risk closing them all. You sound like we were the people that invited them back, when the truth of the matter is that humans did that, and we can’t find out why, because the Fae have devoured all the humans involved. So, please understand we have mixed feelings about you, yet none of us have told you to leave and go home to a planet that doesn’t exist. Do you now understand why we are struggling to take any of you seriously?” “Where’s your proof of these fictional humans that did that? I want receipts.” “Oh, we have receipts. I’m aware of one video showing a rath