Bart’s brain froze as he started at Grace. What did he say to that? How much had she heard and how much did she understand? “What are you talking about?” Play dumb. Make her question what she heard. Pretend to be confused. He was a dead man if his alpha or the local alpha heard Grace right now. She had to stop this line of investigation for everyone’s safety. “Werewolves. They’re littered all over the place. The ranger station. The street names. Even the bar’s named Wolf’s Den. Anyone with my experience can see the signs. Then your vague explanation of not being covered by basic human rights. It all makes sense. Well, say something.” Grace was hoping he’d just tell her the facts and beg her not to write about it. She actually didn’t plan on mentioning it. She wasn’t a fool. Perhaps if she kept him talking, he’d slip up and confirm something. “Have you been in the sun too long? Werewolves, and what was that? Were bears? What is that, anyway? But I can confidently tel
Becky reached the clinic and unlocked. Jane Ann went to the front desk to get ready for the anxious client. John headed for the back room to make sure it was secure. Becky finished changing into her scrubs and jacket when the bell over the door went off. She could hear John on the phone with someone in her office. Smiling, she made her way to the waiting room. The reporter Grace was there look worried or anxious. “Hi Grace, right?” “Yes, I have a question and I need to know you’ll take me seriously and won’t think I’m crazy.” “I’m waiting for an emergency to arrive, but until then, I guess I could try. I’m not sure what you’re talking about, though. You need to make yourself more clear.” “You know all the wolves in the area? Not the normal ones, but the sightings of huge ones.” “Vaguely, I guess. Why?” Becky could see where this was going, and it wasn’t good. “This is crazy.” She was torturing herself with this. “First off, I would never write ab
Becky finally discovered there was no injured dog coming. The strangers must have called in the false emergency. When she called the ranch, they knew nothing about what she was talking about. Now to deal with a reporter freaking out that werewolves exist. How did she get tangled up in this again? Right before she picked an injured one up off the road. “Okay, I got rid of them. I don’t know who they were, but they gave me the creepy and a sick feeling. Grace, what are you blathering about exactly? John, have you worked out what she’s talking about?” Becky came in, trying to keep up the lie. She didn’t like lying, but as everything was going, it was for everyone’s survival. “We just got her calmed down. But from what we all heard out there. I’m calling Rob and Bart. None of you go anywhere. I swear you’re giving me a heart condition.” John left the room to make his calls. Becky could tell him if he shifted, she had the equipment to find out if he had a heart condition
“Just tell me what is going on. Straight up, no frills or pleasantries.” Rob was about to get the girls, pack them into his vehicle when he was forced to take a call from John. Then he’s stumbling over his words and Rob didn’t understand a single thing he meant. “Grace is here with Becky and Janie. She’s asking about werewolves, and she’s convinced Bart and us are too. She’s Bart’s mate. Wait, I think you know that. Anyway, two suits were here. I couldn’t get a scent off them bugging Becky about picking up an injured wolf at the side of the road. They wouldn’t name themselves or answer questions. She got them to leave. Now they’ve locked me out of the office, and I don’t know wants to go on.” “I’m coming to get everyone right now.” “No, you need to get Bart. He’s at his home. Grace took his car. He’s stuck there. Bart must come deal with his mate. It’s not our job.” “I’ll get him and call the Justiciar about this. I’ll be an hour tops. Gods, how did this happen
Bart couldn’t believe the humiliation of having the local Alpha pick him up and then lecture him on what he could and couldn’t say. Then, to add further insult to injury, he told Bart exactly what he would do and his Alpha, the Justiciar of the region, knew. He’d never live this down. “Alpha, I didn’t tell her anything. That’s why she ran. She’s pissed because I didn’t admit she was correct. I just couldn’t sit there and lie to her. Though I said werewolves didn’t actually exist.” Bart knew he was rambling. “This was your way of breaking it to your mate?” Rob asked. “How did you break it to your mate?” Bart tried to switch the direction of the conversation. “We’re talking about you and not me.” “I promise not to tell anyone how many rules you broke if you tell me.” “I haven’t yet. She knows and understands enough to accept my help, but I don’t believe she fully understands the danger she’s in from Hectric.” “Great. Fine.
Rob stood in the clinic after John let them in. “They are still in the office talking. I never thought I’d fear women laughing, but they’ve done it. They won’t let me in. Maybe you’ll have better luck?” John said, walking back toward the office. They followed him. “They are probably waiting for the star of this show. Now, remember you are both my guests on my property and if she argues, make sure she understands it’s not something she can refuse. Blame me if you have to just to smooth this over. I want to get back into my territory where Becky can be properly guarded.” “I appreciate this. It was feeling a little dicey when she showed me the dead rat.” Bart still wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill someone or hunker down and wait this out in a decently defensible location. “They don’t realize how many wolves are here because most never leave the territory, but it’s getting harder to keep them off our lands. I’ve ordered several of their people sent to the counc
Grace watched as their vehicles entered the gates of the pack territory. “Why do we look like we’re entering a war zone?” There were guards with guns and what she’d once assumed were giant attack dogs, but now knew were shifters in their animal forms. This was unreal to her. She felt like she was slipping into another world through some sort of magical quick sands. Unreal and yet too real. “I’m afraid it’s a Cold War right now with a high probability of it becoming very active soon.” Bart informed her. “Why, what do you mean?” Grace couldn’t believe much of anything she’d been told even though it all seemed in an over done production for just her benefit. She wanted to believe, but the investigator in her wanted independent proof to back this all up. “It was my job to keep you away from the police station and away from Hectric so that we can deal it with.” Bart was getting sick of Grace asking the same questions as if she expected a different answer each ti
Becky didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t the enormous house or the cozy cottages by the lake. It was beautiful in its rustic quality. The barns and other outbuildings in among the trees and natural vegetation gave the place a natural beauty. “This is all so beautiful and not what I expected after the front gates and walls. It’s all so calming and peaceful.” Becky couldn’t take her eyes off the shifting scenery. The blending of people, buildings, and natural surroundings was just so seamless. “We want to keep it that way. That’s why.” Rob assured her of the logical reasons for the dichotomy of the area. There were people and wolves moving about the place, added to the otherworldly aspect. Seeing a mother chasing a wolf pup had Becky marvelling at the calm composure Rob had picked up the pup and demanding it shift. Then having a small toddler in his arms. He calmly passed the toddler to the mother, and they went on their way. “Wow, just wow.” Be