days. There's been a spate of murders there. We're putting a stop to them. It’s not quite like the old days, but hopefully it’ll be an easy start, given our situation."
I looked at the cubs. That meant I had three days to form some semblance of a bond with them. Fantastic. At least it was just stopping a murder. There were worse things for a disjointed, untrained pack. They were grinning and bouncing around.
Nik said, "Do we solve murders? We weren’t actually told quite what we do. I was under the impression we did something… else. Who are the targets?"
Alex simply said, "Sirens. We'll know more when we get there."
His lips were pulled tight, and the tension was clear through his shoulders. He was handling it worse than I was. The cubs were practically bubbling over with questions as they grinned at each other. Alex and I left them to their bouncing and retired to our room. We needed quiet time to figure things out.
8
I dropped my bag on my bed and sat down on the corner while Alex paced around the room. He’d shifted his full reddish-tan and grey coyote ears. They were fully pricked and looked slightly off poking out the top of his thick black hair. Black claws protruded from his fingertips as he paced. I raised an eyebrow and watched him as my own wolf claws extended and ears shifted in response. I hadn't seen him lose control before. That was what he had been known for: his complete, absolute control. It was another reminder of how much had changed, of what I'd lost. The passage of time was a bitch. After a couple of minutes, he took a deep breath and sat on the floor with his legs stretched out before him, leaning back on his hands. His usually ice-blue eyes still maintained the pale green hints, and his ears stood alert and pointed directly at me.
He opened with, "So, where were you?"
I pulled my lips back baring my extended canines at him as I dug my fingers down into the bedding.
"Do not start that, Alex."
He looked from my bag back to me again.
"We don't have time to be dealing with law enforcement. We can't afford for you to slip up. You can’t just think about yourself now."
His cool, calm tone was in direct contrast with his hard glare and tightened muscles. I was far from happy about his accusations and implications. How dare he put this on me! It was hardly my fault the damn Sister showed up and handed me the task. She would have appeared before long anyway. He knew that. He maintained the hard eye contact for a couple more minutes before he finally looked away with a sigh.
"We have three days to pull this pack into shape, and you've shown no sign of even attempting integration. You know how a pack should work, you know the trust and bonds we need in place."
My eyes began roaming down his neck and paused on his throat before they travelled down his torso. I licked my teeth and considered that given his position in comparison to mine, I could pounce on him and sink my teeth into his neck before he could stand.
I growled quietly, "I was pulled from my life and dropped into this shit. Do not blame me. Do not go there."
He gave a small nod and made a show of relaxing his shoulders and easing the eye-contact. I reciprocated. We didn't have time to fight amongst ourselves, but the fact remained that I had not had the time I needed to do what I needed to do. The Wyrd Sisters were screwing us over, again.
"We have to be a united front, as alphas, so that we can pull this pack together." I gritted my teeth and flexed my fingers as I said it.
He simply nodded and said, "Of course."
I sighed and lay back on the bed, trying to remove the images of blood and pain from my mind. "And how are we going to do it?"
I heard him stand before he said, "We have a large garden. We'll let off some steam. The tension in this house is grating on everyone and making things much worse."
I looked up at him. "What exactly are you suggesting here...?"
My mind flitted between a wide range
I looked at the cubs. That meant I had three days to form some semblance of a bond with them. Fantastic. At least it was just stopping a murder. There were worse things for a disjointed, untrained pack. They were grinning and bouncing around.
Nik said, "Do we solve murders? We weren’t actually told quite what we do. I was under the impression we did something… else. Who are the targets?"
Alex simply said, "Sirens. We'll know more when we get there."
His lips were pulled tight, and the tension was clear through his shoulders. He was handling it worse than I was. The cubs were practically bubbling over with questions as they grinned at each other. Alex and I left them to their bouncing and retired to our room. We needed quiet time to figure things out.
8
I dropped my bag on my bed and sat down on the corner while Alex paced around the room. He’d shifted his full reddish-tan and grey coyote ears. They were fully pricked and looked slightly off poking out the top of his thick black hair. Black claws protruded from his fingertips as he paced. I raised an eyebrow and watched him as my own wolf claws extended and ears shifted in response. I hadn't seen him lose control before. That was what he had been known for: his complete, absolute control. It was another reminder of how much had changed, of what I'd lost. The passage of time was a bitch. After a couple of minutes, he took a deep breath and sat on the floor with his legs stretched out before him, leaning back on his hands. His usually ice-blue eyes still maintained the pale green hints, and his ears stood alert and pointed directly at me.
He opened with, "So, where were you?"
I pulled my lips back baring my extended canines at him as I dug my fingers down into the bedding.
"Do not start that, Alex."
He looked from my bag back to me again.
"We don't have time to be dealing with law enforcement. We can't afford for you to slip up. You can’t just think about yourself now."
His cool, calm tone was in direct contrast with his hard glare and tightened muscles. I was far from happy about his accusations and implications. How dare he put this on me! It was hardly my fault the damn Sister showed up and handed me the task. She would have appeared before long anyway. He knew that. He maintained the hard eye contact for a couple more minutes before he finally looked away with a sigh.
"We have three days to pull this pack into shape, and you've shown no sign of even attempting integration. You know how a pack should work, you know the trust and bonds we need in place."
My eyes began roaming down his neck and paused on his throat before they travelled down his torso. I licked my teeth and considered that given his position in comparison to mine, I could pounce on him and sink my teeth into his neck before he could stand.
I growled quietly, "I was pulled from my life and dropped into this shit. Do not blame me. Do not go there."
He gave a small nod and made a show of relaxing his shoulders and easing the eye-contact. I reciprocated. We didn't have time to fight amongst ourselves, but the fact remained that I had not had the time I needed to do what I needed to do. The Wyrd Sisters were screwing us over, again.
"We have to be a united front, as alphas, so that we can pull this pack together." I gritted my teeth and flexed my fingers as I said it.
He simply nodded and said, "Of course."
I sighed and lay back on the bed, trying to remove the images of blood and pain from my mind. "And how are we going to do it?"
I heard him stand before he said, "We have a large garden. We'll let off some steam. The tension in this house is grating on everyone and making things much worse."
I looked up at him. "What exactly are you suggesting here...?"
My mind flitted between a wide range
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