Heather awoke to a cellphone going off. It wasn’t loud, but just enough. Before this, Mike or Jay would just disappear into the night and be back by morning. The other would distract her and not tell her what was going on. She’d get a pack coming to her looking for ‘training accidents.’ They’d been clearly fighting, and they expected her to heal them. No questions asked. That’s what each man asked for after giving a vague explanation of what happened. It frustrated Heather, writing information like ‘zigged when he should have zagged’ as an explanation of their injuries. One guy, named Lucas, was very unhappy that she was recording any information at all. Mike now lay there, listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone call. How these men actually communicated, she would never understand. Mike hadn’t said a single word, just grunted a few times and then hung up. “What was that?” She asked him. Curiosity getting the better of her. “Work. Can
Rose sat up in bed as Ty dressed. “You’ll be careful? You’re sure you’re going into this with enough back up?” He was heading out to hunt the hunters with several of their pack. This time, she knew no one would go missing. “Rose, love, I’ve been hunting the hunters for years. I know one thing about these monsters. They are desperate to come out on top, but they don’t want to work for anything. These people want it all handed to them like a reward for existing or being special. Though I’m not sure how they are special.” He was snapping things into place. His gear looked like what many security people would wear, but this gear was shifter safe. These clothes were tear away or stretched with their shifting forms. She hated the feel of the material and would rather not wear anything. But she didn’t fight, so it wasn’t a thing she needed. “That doesn’t make any sense. But you sound like you’re talking about my father.” Rose had to admit that her father didn’t
Rose was using her phone to look up the auction site and, sure enough, she found the site and a list of their staff. Probably don’t for clients to verify the staff, there were photos and a short resume of the staffs’ specialties and experience. “Beatrix Carver, Specialist in Celtic Lore and Antiquities, Hawthorne Auction House, Vancouver, BC.” Rose snorted at the photo of the old woman’s disapproving sneer. She didn’t look any different from Rose’s memory. Bea, as her father called her, wasn’t her father’s type to take as a lover. So, what did this woman have that her father wanted so badly? Was that her real name? Clearly, she was human and the lore she dealt in, Rose bet was the living, breathing shifter types and her job title was code for the hunter part of the business. How better to say we are killing them until they’re only a story and a few trinkets? Because how much could there be of Celtic antiquities dealing regarding the lore? Or collectors in it, f
Ty prowled the border of the town with his pack’s hunting party spread out around them. Making slow progress on to wood edges of town. They barely made a noise as progressed. They fanned these hunters out, making it easy to pick them off but difficult to find each one. What these fools didn’t get was that Ty and his pack fought differently. Many older shifters would claim they were they were dishonourable for learning tricks to fighting in human and wolf forms that included weapons or extensions to their bodies. Ty currently had a set of metal claws held in his very human hands. This way, if questions arose with human authorities, they could explain the claw attacks at least. Currently, there were no dead yet. Only a few injured who decided they’d shot rather than ask questions. The fools actually shot each other. Ty’s man was sitting comfortably in a tree, relaying what he saw so others could step in and pick them up. What Ty didn’t like was these
“What do you mean there’s nothing left? What did they do? How can you be so calm? What are you doing about this, Tyler? This is insane. What is there, someone working inside the council with these humans?” It appalled Rose when Ty informed her of what happened.Her reaction didn’t surprise him, but her words did. Someone inside the council working against them. Where did that idea come from and why would they? The council comprised supernatural creatures. It was their job to stop things like this or prevent them all together. Along with many other things to maintain the secrecy of the supernatural existence. Something like that would defeat their mandate.“Rose, I get this is a shock to you. No one expected this to happen. I highly doubt anyone involved with the council has anything to do with this extreme hunting business. No, they went after them for some reason. It had to do with your father. I can’t see being any other way. Rose, your father, was the dangerous man. A terribl
Heath couldn’t believe Amber was at the gates asking to see him and her friends. The woman almost climbed him like he was a tree on a hot summer day, and she wanted to lounge in his shady branches. That was humiliating, and he was sure that those old women getting their hair and nails done. Why a female wolf shifter needed her nails done confused him to no end. He thought shifting would be difficult or the paint would come right off.There she was. His mind went straight to what she smelt like. Even over all those chemicals in the salon. Standing beside her car, perfectly put together. The light reflecting off her hair, she instantly saw him, then smiled and happily waved to him.His reaction to her hit him securely below the belt. Like all his blood rushed from his brain straight to his crotch. Heath had to resist the urge to adjust himself. Gods, he hoped none of the guys spotted it. He’d never hear the end of how Amber could lead him around by his cock like he was on a leash.As he
A wolf sauntered into the changing pavilion, stopped, looked between Heath and Amber, gave a beleaguered grumble before they shifted into Rose. Which got had Heath moaning in embarrassed despair and Amber to smile while waving at her friend. “Amber, please tell me you’re not using the enforcers here like living sex toys.” “I couldn’t resist. He was just there.” “It was funny the first time you did it with your father’s enforcers, but I don’t know how Tyler will take it.” “Does it matter that I want to keep this one? He’s so good.” She tried to slip off him. Heath couldn’t believe that she didn’t realize he’d knotted inside her. They both gasped at the pain when their joining didn’t separate. “Stay where you are, woman. Gods, patience is a virtue in this matter.” “Oh gods. You two aren’t.” “Yeah, we are, and this is very embarrassing.” “Why did you pick here, of all places?” Rose grabbed a sweatshirt. “At le
Ty got word from Ben they’d found something on an old phone in the rubble that was the office of the Hollow Wood Packhouse. “I’m sending you a copy of a recording from this phone, Ty. I think we can be sure that the hunters didn’t kill Russell, but they may have done something to Jack. It’s sick. I think it’s Russell’s old phone and Jack must have kept it. Someone put a recording app on it and that’s what I’m sending you. I suspect they took Jack alive as payment for Russell’s debts.” Ben’s voice said over the phone to Ty. He accepted the email with a file of phone conversations. There weren’t many. A call from Jack and Russell where Jack was trying to make Russell see the reason about going into Ty’s territory. Another one was from an unknown number, of threats galore laced into the conversation. Something was off about the voice. Like it was a recording that Jack was responding to, and he didn’t know it. “Ben, bring the phone back with you. Get Mikey to l