This side of Cal was something Tara was not prepared for. In her mind, he was demanding and possessive. He could be jealous and even hurtful if someone didn’t respond the way he expected. Recently, she’d seen him as a provider, giving people what they needed, not necessarily what they wanted. That, she’d realized, was what linked some of his more negative traits to his positive ones. He wasn’t selfish; it was how he presented how he saw people in his world. He’d never actually hurt anyone before this. This was a side of Cal Tara was worried about. How often did this side of him come out? Was it often? Or rarely? The other alpha’s attitude was it was the darker side of the job. Was it? She’d not seen him take pleasure in hurting Lynn and Debra, but they were so broken in just an hour. There to be told he’d made them drink wolfsbane. He’d not told someone else to do it. He’d done it himself as a sentence. Both women knew what it was, and they’d barely proteste

Tara watched Rachel leave her office. Okay, she could do this. All she needed to do was take her time, listen to what they had to say, and respond in a nice way to what they have to say. People were allowed their opinions, and they never stopped her before this. A woman stepped into the office after some time had passed. “Hi, come in. Our Beta’s been ordered to keep an eye on me while Alpha Nichols is dealing with some things. I hope that won’t affect our meeting.” “Oh, yeah… I mean no, it won’t be an issue.” “Great, come have a seat then and we’ll get started.” Tara awkwardly gestured to the visitor’s chairs before her desk. Jaxon was in the far corner by the electric fireplace, listening and watching the entire meeting in silence. “So, what have you come to say today? How can I help? You know, let’s start with your name and go from there.” “Oh, right, Janet? Janet Hazes. I, uh… came here today because I’m concerned about what’s going on a

“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

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

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