It was sad, and it really brought everyone back to earth.On November 2nd, Meg and her third child had both passed away.She had an internal bleed that nobody had found, and the baby had been found unresponsive in his crib that same evening.On November 3rd, Abigail and Bennett had been rushed to the ICU with irregular heartbeats, which were rare in pups. Their mothers usually healed any defects before they ever left the womb.It was November 15th, and Conrad was about ready to tear her hair out.Meg's funeral had been delayed until the day before, in the vain hopes that some of her family would attend.Only her sister had shown, so the mourning party was small, comprised of Conrad, Amber, Carlos, and Laurie.Atlas hadn't even asked to be allowed to go to the funeral. He didn't react to the news that his girlfriend had died, and Conrad doubted he cared.She sits with the two remaining triplets every day on her break, trying to keep them in contact with a dominant wolf.Amber did the s
Carlos had given Conrad the whole weekend off. He ordered her to get away from the office for three days, to take a break from work.Conrad didn't argue; she obeyed and left a list of what had to be done before she returned to her apartment.She's cocooned in her bed when Carlos returns from work, appearing in her bedroom with a brown bag in his hand."Connie, come have some dinner," he suggests, a frown coming onto his face as she doesn't move.He puts the bag onto the dresser and walks over to the bed, leaning over her to check she's breathing.She is, and she's fast asleep, so he walks out of the room with the food, putting the bag into the empty oven.That will keep it hot, won't it? Hopefully, Carlos thinks to himself, taking it upon himself to do the dishes and clean up while she naps.He'll wake her up in a while because she won't be able to sleep during the night if she falls asleep now.He potters around the kitchen, dusting the bookshelf when he notices a thick layer of dust
"I thought you were joking," Conrad frowns, staring down at the heap of white on the bed in front of her."I wish I was joking. Put it on; she won't eat her dinner if you don't," Carlos warns her, tying his tie.He's wearing an all-black suit, a black shirt, and a white tie, which stands out a lot.As it should, I spent an hour trying to bleach the stains out of that thing, Conrad grumbles to Jane, who agrees."It's like a wedding dress," Conrad groans, and Carlos raises an eyebrow."This is the best I could do. She wanted you to look like a baby ballroom dancer; this is a big improvement," Carlos comments.Conrad snatches up the dress, sliding it over her head.She sighs with relief when she can't see her strapless bra above the neckline because she didn't fancy trying to survive the night with a hyperactive child without one.Conrad walks over to the mirror, adjusting the dress as she walks.It's almost floor-length, and the pointed fronts of her heels are the only things that peek
Sabrina appears from nowhere, as Carlos expected.She flies into Conrad's arms, squeezing her tightly as her nanny attempts to catch up with the little roadrunner."Hello," Conrad whispers, keeping Sabrina securely in her arms."Where's daddy?" Sabrina asks curiously, and Conrad points to the car.Sabrina skips up to the vehicle just as Carlos hangs up his phone.He nods to Conrad and opens his door, stepping out to greet his daughter."Hello darling," he murmurs, sweeping his daughter up into a bone-breaking hug."Daddy!" She squeals, her head resting in the crook of Carlos' neck."Would you like to be carried?" Carlos asks after a minute of tightly embracing his daughter."Yes, I deserve to be carried!" Sabrina declares, allowing her father to begin walking with her in her arms."What are you going to have for dinner?" Conrad asks with a grin."I'm going to have pizza. Daddy promised I could," Sabrina chatters.Conrad holds the restaurant door open for the pair of them to walk in, h
He has a jagged scar running from his forehead to the bottom of his throat, and Conrad's eyes are glued to it as she frantically tries to place this man.He's not the one who broke into Carlos' house, and she doesn't recognise him from any of the wanted or missing lists.A sniff tells her that he's a rogue."Conrad Rosser. And little miss Sabrina Amaretti. Where is your father today, young lady?" He asks, peering at Sabrina.Conrad pushes the child behind her, her grip tightening on the knife."He isn't here. He isn't with us," Conrad spits, pointing the knife at the man."Now, now. There's no need for violence," the man sing-songs, his group of men stepping closer. They all have guns of varying sizes, and they're trained directly on Conrad's head."You have guns pointed at us," Conrad retorts, and Sabrina whimpers quietly behind her."Oh, have we scared her? You wouldn't think much would scare her, what with her parentage and all that," the man chuckles, shaking his head."Is this ab
"Okay. We don't have time to waste today. We need to send out another search team; he's somewhere in Capital territory still," Carlos barks, pacing along the raised area around his office.Scarlet rolls her eyes and swings on her desk chair, shaking her head."He isn't, Boss. We spent the night searching, and there's no sign of him anywhere. We would have found him by now. He's probably made it back to his pack," she sighs.The door opens, and a group of guards file in, all looking remarkably pale."There you all are," Carlos scowls, his eyes flashing as he storms towards the men.They're visibly shaken, and one of them backs out of the line, his back hitting the door."How dare you abandon your charges. You are trained to stay by their sides at all times and never, NEVER, walk away," Carlos screams, his voice ringing around the office.The interns weren't allowed in today.Scarlet had been the one to tell them that this morning when she came back from her patrol and found the five co
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Conrad mutters, stepping around a gigantic puddle.Her boots stopped being waterproof two streets ago.Pulling her jacket tighter around her, she curses herself repetitively as she dodges people on the sidewalk.How's it going?, Carlos links her, amusement heavy in his tone.I regret ever leaving. It's awful here; I would rather be stuck in the woods with Scarlet trying to make me adopt those children again, Conrad complains, keeping her head down.She's almost at the building, and that's the only thing keeping her going. She wasn't able to get a taxi; they were all booked when she was leaving the hotel.It looks horrific on the news. Rina asked to speak to you this morning, and she laughed when she found out you went into the city. Can you see the guards?, Carlos asks, and Conrad glances over her shoulder, making eye contact with the two men in suits.They're walking side by side and talking into cell phones.Yeah, I can see them. They're blending well at the mome
Carlos bursts into the hospital, his hair dripping onto his already sodden shirt."Room 76?" He pants to the front desk, looming down at the woman.She stares up at him blankly, chewing on her gum."Name and relation to the patient?" She drawls."My name is Carlos. Her name is Conrad Rosser. I'm her fiance," he bluffs, his irritation rising with every smack of gum.He hates human spaces at the best of times, but human hospitals really bother him.It's not only the risk of exposure that stresses him out, but also the noise and disorganisation."Fine. Turn left at the end of the hall, and keep walking. Look at the numbers; knock before you go in. She's on her own," she drones.Carlos is gone like a bullet from a gun as soon as she finishes speaking, following her instructions until he's standing outside of the brown door.He forgets to knock, walking in and coming face to face with a scowling lady."Out, knock first," she snaps.Carlos blushes, turning on his heel, closing the door, and
Josephine and the elite teams did exactly what they had set out to do. They had moved so efficiently that they had knocked out most of the command structure entirely before the hyenas had a chance to even sound an alarm to warn the others that their doom was coming.Any who did not actively fight, were given the choice to end their days there and now or move semi willingly to an enclave Josephine had been working on for far longer than Alexander had realized. To Josephine, Melody was just another target, one of far too many in a larger pattern. One that Josephine had been working to end on her own long before Melody had even been born.Alexander was in awe as Guillermo filled him in on the progress during a rather social seeming jog several weeks after the incident; which was all Alexander could bring himself to say about it all. Still working on it with his therapist. But things were going better. He was focusing on being a dad, and decided to take up carpentry. If he was going to li
Melody drove up to the familiar house, the smell of burnt clutch heavy in the cabin of the vehicle. Melody didn't know how to drive a manual, let alone an old truck with a heavy gear shift and broken power steering. Thankfully it didn't matter. The truck just had to get her here. Looking all normal, and human and alone. If the truck had to stay behind because Melody had wrecked the transmission on the relatively short easy drive over, no harm done. Flint would carry her to Alec's pack lands and virtual sanctuary until they could arrange to get back to their own home.The home looked significantly worse than she was prepared for. The picket fence she had admired that first day hadn't been painted in a while when she had left, and hadn't been touched since. Many boards were missing or broken. Beverly must have hated it, she had been a realtor and she was good at it. At making homes look good enough that people wanted to live in the warm homey environments she created. Looks were often d
"You don't have to do this yourself, Guillermo and I can take care of it.." Alexander pleaded with Melody. That evening as she insisted on preparing everything to travel across the country to execute Frank. Throwing random clothes into a suitcase while she stomped around the room on feet far too heavy for someone of her size."Yes I do!" she was nearing hissing at him as she insisted strongly. She paused, packing the suitcases, "I need to do this, he hurt my whole family Alexander. He needs to pay for it. I need him to pay for it. To know he brought his end on himself, I want him to know." Her words were so heavy with with such a finality to them, that Alexander, never able to really say no to her finally gave in. She could come on the mission, only if the shrink and doctor cleared her first. After this afternoon's panic attack, and early pregnancy he was sure she wouldn't get the clearance from the doctor. She's pregnant, no doctor would let her go out to murder their step father.He
Alexander and Melody spent their time with their kids and Diana. Letting Alexander's mother take care of everything while Melody and Alexander played on the floor with their kids, ate snacks, and just enjoyed the peace of their family. Raven was stomping around in her room out back, apparently a nap was not coming easily. "I guess it's not all she hoped it would be?" Alexander ventured softly while James was cuddling in his lap, almost asleep with a picture book in his hands."She has wanted this all her life, maybe dropping a vampire sighting on her this early wasn't the best idea." Diana said, softly, her voice like a lullaby as James drifted off to sleep. Melody was just returning from putting Ansley down for a nap, and smiled at seeing James limp in his fathers arms. She came over, gently and carefully picking the little boy up who snuggled into his mother's body as she picked him up, and took him to have a nap as well. Giving Alexander some time alone with his mom."Alpha doesn'
The next morning it was confirmed by Guillermo that Frank and Robert had almost certainly had something to do with Beverly's murder. Randy was only innocent of this particular crime because he was already in prison for a statutory rape charge. A combination of wire transfers from offshore accounts, messages on burner phones, and finally a time line established when Guillermo searched recent security and surveillance cameras around the small town where Melody and Alexander had met. Trying to figure out what had happened and when.Beverly was a woman who liked routine he learned, and even though she couldn't find a job after she had been laid off, had tried to keep busy. She volunteered, working at the animal shelter some days, food bank on others. Spent an hour or so in the town library applying for jobs before hitting the grocery store before heading home to cook for her family. She didn't seem to interact much with anyone in the town. She hadn't carried a cell phone in over a year be
The first couple photographs showed three women, roughly Melody's age, nothing else in common between them. They were all of different heritage, but all were very dead, by the similar ragged horizontal slash across their throats. No metal blade had opened their throats, that was the mark of a clawed hand. Then there had been two men, Melody didn't know them, but her heart filled with sadness as she realized these were all probably the dead mates to alphas. Who in turn according to Alexander research, never knew their mates were taken and murdered, instead thought they had been rejected. That each of these people had been stolen and their lives ended, causing echos of heartbreak for so many people, filled Melody with guilt that twice she had been taken, and twice she escaped mostly unharmed. She didn't know why she was ok in her home now, and these people weren't.Alexander was just finishing up with Guillermo, his own worry at a new level with the news from his head of security. He dr
This was how his life should have been. Raven would be unbearable if she ever learned that she really had been right all along. She was born for this, Alexander wasn't. He didn't feel any guilt at all now. As he laid Melody in a rocking chair so he could run a bath for her, he checked on his mother as she did the same for Ansley.James was staying with Robin and her family tonight. James adored his older cousins, and seeing how other people lived their everyday lives. He was a nosey kid, Alexander hoped he didn't drive his very controlled sister insane overnight. James was more in tune with his grandmother or Lark. Almost like Robin could feel his worry, Alexander's phone buzzed with a notification, he checked and saw a video of a wide grinning James holding a Mario Kart Steering wheel in his small hands, his face aglow with joy as he tried to play with his older cousins, who were laughing at his eager attempts to widely steer around the course. The sound of generations, and blended f
Melody awoke with the most unwelcome deja vu. The particular heavy and slow feeling of waking up after having been knocked unconscious. Judging by the rhythmic pounding and pain radiating from the back of her head, it had been physical this time instead of chemical. She didn't know if that was better or worse, she still felt sick and nauseated, and the headache was worse, but her body didn't feel as clumsy.The overwhelming wrong feeling had diminished, but things were certainly not right. But at least she was able to think now. She looked around, lovely another cement room from floor to ceiling, a single caged in bulb in the ceiling for light, and a clean, if uncomfortable pallet underneath her. Things smelled clean, which at least wasn't offensive and an improvement on the first kidnapping. Melody wasn't scared this time, she was boiling under the surface like a secret lake of lava.Yup, she had been kidnapped again. Ansley! Where was her daughter? Who had taken her. Melody knew she
The next week was perfect, better than ever before. Alexander was scheduled to see his counsellor at least twice a week, he was getting Raven up to speed on current pack issues and general local politics. He felt lighter. Like himself in a way he had missed without even realising he had been missing something at all.Melody's days were a little more boring. Delia had texted her on schedule all through the weekend through until Sunday night. Then she had called to let Melody know she was taking a week off school and going on vacation with the man she had gone home with on Friday night; and was still with. Melody had worried about her friend, but after talking on the phone, Delia was safe, and happy, and excited. So Melody wished her friend well. Maybe the dark tall brooding man Delia was with was a shifter too, and Delia was his mate. Melody gnawed on her lower lip wondering how she would even try to ask her friend if that was the case, without letting too much slip if Delia wasn't in