It’s Yuletide, and they strictly enforced the rule of hospitality during this season. In Northern Ontario, it’s the only humane thing to do. It’s not truly the rule of law. But a moral tradition. They will give anyone who comes to your door space to sleep and a meal for the night. Until it’s safe for them to travel on. It doesn’t have to be fancy or even a bed: just a warm, dry place and simple food to eat.
In a land where one could freeze to death within fifteen minutes of going outside, it’s needed even if they’re dressed for the season. It was a tradition from the old country. Now Gregory had to find this car off in a ditch and then deal with twenty-five to thirty more people to house and feed. Richard/Max… He had to get his name straight in his head before talking to these people.
Aricka had received several texts from Allan and Jeff. The rogues were actually young adults lost in the war’s chaos. There were two injured and nearly thirty of them. The pups, as Edith firmly insisted on calling them, needed space to get clean. They were hungry and came with the clothes on their backs. Many were female, and they didn’t have any form of real leadership. They were there looking for guidance and a chance at survival without going rogue. Even their Druid family members chipped in to help. The sadness was physical when their story’s relayed to all. It was a physical example that hit the council members present in the face. This minor war had lasting effects throughout the Supernatural World. Others were not in the war but were suffering the lasting effects of loss because of the Lich’s victims’ deaths and those who had died in battle.&
When Max finally got back to the major crowd, and that’s what it had become as curious pack members came in to offer their help. While getting the scoop on what happened at the front gate.He was no longer used to this many people, and it was wearing on him, with the pain dull throbbing in time to his slowly fraying nerves.Max couldn’t leave these pups, but he was also itching to speak to each one of them. Just so, he knew how to integrate them into his pack. He’d have to do that when he got home from here and then keep a very close eye on everyone.What he found was a memory of the past ringing with a lilting voice of his mother as she read a new poem, she had found but fit so well into their lives. It was as if they had made it for this moment.Max had missed most of the opening refrains of the poem. But it was as if it spoke to him, and his mother claimed the ti
The morning started early, with grey skies and a hell of a lot of noise. Last-minute boxes of food and supplies were being transferred to trucks to compensate for the sudden doubling of Max’s pack size. His mother had stopped him and informed him she had taken the young pups’ names. In the New Year, she would add them to the NARC registry of his pack. So it was official. He had a pack, and it was happening at least on paper. A quick text message to Jenna, and he was rounding up every damn person coming with him. They weren’t all outside after breakfast because one of the younger ones was hiding somewhere and it was like an Easter Egg hunt for her. If he thought life would
Gregory Wolvensen was trotting through the blue grey fog slipping from lamp post to lamp post watching the shadows for anything that out of the ordinary. The rogues had been active lately and not covering their tracks very well so between trying to figure out what they were up to and covering up their messes Gregory and his pack were exhausted. His white wolf barely made a sound as he approached the shoreline of Lake Ontario. Here in the dream realm it was silent...he could easily follow his nose without fear of being jumped. Stepping on the cool, sand and hearing the water lap quietly at the shore line he followed the scent of an unknown wolf to a grouping of large rocks. Gol
One hour to get Evan to school and then Aricka had to get to the library for her morning shift. She checked again to make sure the cereal and milk was on the table. The she grabbed a small t-shirt and jeans from the laundry basket and knocked on Evan's bedroom door. "Honey, time to get up for school. Come on Mom's going to be late." "Morning Mom." "Here's some clot
Aricka climbed into bed after making sure she’d latched all the windows in her apartment, though she knew that the locks were really useless. She’d lost track of how many times she’d had to jimmy one window or another open to get in when she’d forgotten her keys. The door had two locks and a chain but none of them were truly secured to the door frame properly so if someone was truly determined to get in then they would be in. She just told herself that she had nothing valuable in the apartment and everyone in the building knew it.Drifting off to sleep she dreamt of wolves at her windows trying to get in. There were three out there in the dark. One was small, tan with dark tufts on the top of his oversized ears and whined to be let in. He was irresistible so much like her own son that the next thing she knew she wa
Aricka’s alarm went off and she grabbed her phone to turn it off. Ugh, she didn’t feel like she’d slept at all. Then she remembered the dream she’d had. It had felt like it would never end and it was just getting stranger and stranger as it went on. Crawling out of the rather large dent in the mattress of her bed she groaned as she felt the stiffness of her back muscles. She felt old and just worn out like her mattress. Going to her laundry basket she took out some clothes to wear for the day. It didn’t matter what came out she wasn’t going to the library this morning as she only worked during the week days and this was Saturday. Though she had to work the dinner shift. The shower called for her and once she’d found the hot water which was always a hit or miss thing in this building. Aricka was a
It took a good fifteen minutes of further driving down a winding tree lined road to come out into a large meadow-like area with a huge building predominantly placed towards the back of the open space. There were a couple of other smaller buildings which looked like one a possible garage that must have been able to handle at least twenty or more vehicles. There were other people going about their business and even a few wolves lounging on a grassy area in the sun. It was so relaxed and normal Aricka was stunned. Werewolves were real… sitting there out in the open. “Mom you okay? Mom? We’re home. We’re safe.” As