Robert Northgate, Alpha of the Shadow Mists Pack, the largest pack in the state. He owned The Wolf’s Den Bar and Grill. He disliked being the town’s top bachelor. His reputation in the region often had him described by his good looks, protective nature, and his temper. Most of the town only thought his family was tight knit like many others in the region. But wolves stayed to themselves in packs naturally.
Robert was putting the finishing touches on prepping the bar for tonight. All he needed to do now was accept the liqueur shipment. It was late, but that was expected. Sam warned him this would happen. The shop where he purchased his alcohol from changed Sam’s route.
He’d spent most of his twenty-eight years of his life right here in Lilac Grove. He’d watched the women change toward him over those years. Ever since he got his first tattoo at seventeen and grew his beard, the women of Lilac Grove either hated or loved him in equal parts. It annoyed him sometimes, when they ran hot and cold to him. Nothing turned him off more than a woman who couldn’t decide. Was he big and scary or big and sexy? How was he supposed to respond to such mixed signals?
His cellphone rang in his pocket. He took the phone from his back pocket of his faded jeans and answered it. “Rob Northgate here. Talk to me.” He needed a haircut again. His dark hair was curling around the base of his neck, and it was bugging him again.
“Rob, it’s Sam. I’m stuck out front of your place. Some silly woman’s parked over the laneway to your delivery entrance. I’m running late and she won’t move. Can you come out and do something with her? Move her along or something. If she doesn’t move in the next few minutes, I’m going to be forced to move on to my next delivery and come back at the end of my route if I can.”
“Geez. Some people. Yeah, I’ll be right out. Hang tight.” He grabbed his jean jacket before he left the bar. He hated being seen by the town’s human population. His tattoos seemed to disturb them a little too much, and he wasn’t interested in explaining them to people. It wasn’t their business what they meant if they had to ask.
He needed that alcohol for tonight or he wouldn’t make his payments on the bar and several other things for the pack. People needed their paychecks, and his suppliers wanted their payments.
If that wasn’t bad enough right now. People were going missing outside of town. Not just humans, but wolves, too. There were hunters roaming the town and the state park was now looking at feral wolves as the problem. Robert knew that wasn’t the reason and it wasn’t hunting season. There was no hunting within the state park, either. Something was going on and his pack needed to find out what it was.
There were rumours of another pack or a group of rogues wanting a piece of his pack’s territory, and that would happen over his dead body. This was his pack and his territory. They’ll just have to move on to somewhere else.
He stormed out expecting to see Mrs Grady or one of the older church ladies puttering about their old Chevy car they used only to get to town once a week and church. But it wasn’t. This was an old truck with a cover over the bed and the smallest woman he’d ever seen trying to climb into the back of it, with bags as big as her.
He didn’t have a clue who she was, but there were words on the truck’s door that read, DR. R. Allen, Lilac Grove Veterinary Services & Clinic, Specializing in Large Breads with an address and phone number.
Great, the new vet sent this tiny woman to do a man’s job this early in the morning. Now he was offended by her. Rob’s attention came back to the tiny blonde. She could barely get the bags onto the open door of the truck bed. She’d then need to climb into the truck bed to secure the bags in place before crawling from the bed of the truck to the ground for the last of the bags. He couldn’t tell how many of these trips she’d done already. Now she struggled to get the doors on the cab shut properly. The woman had to use a rope to pull the upper door shut.
He rushed to help her and saw a huge animal crate in among the bags and boxes before the doors shut. While he saved her from the upper door slamming into her head. “Watch it. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be parked here. Someone bigger should pack this.” He noticed two things right off the bat. She left the veterinary clinic door open, and the truck bed was over full with he could only guess what. How’d she fit it all in there he’d never know?
“Only place I could park if I have any hope of making my rounds at the allotted times today. Old Man Jacobs blocked me out of my lane way again and I can’t get to where I usually load up.” Rob could hear the frustration and desperation in her voice. He couldn’t get over how it twisted his insides. Wolves were intuitive, but he’d never felt like this toward a human.
“Who are you?” He couldn’t help but find out who she was. He needed to find out more about her.
“What? Who are you? Let me guess, you’re the Rob the driver there threatened to sick on me if I didn’t move out of his way fast enough.” She turned his words right back on him and didn’t answer his question at all.
“I need the delivery right now for tonight, and he’s threatening to leave without making it. You need to move your vehicle. I also asked who are you first. You should have the decency to at least answer that.”
Becky stopped in at the new broadcasting centre in town to have lunch with Grace. Jane Ann was back in the pack, claiming she couldn’t get away because her twins didn’t let them sleep last night. She’d had two males in offspring. Becky still thought it was odd to say that, but they could be lynx, wolf, or human. It was anyone’s guess right now. No one would know for another seven to ten years. Grace sadly lost a pregnancy. The healers claimed it was because she was doing too much, and the stress was too much for her. They would continue trying to have pups once Grace’s schedule settled down and became more manageable. Becky and Rob were still trying after a few false positives. But today was the day they’d first gathered as the mate’s self-help group and explained everything to Grace. How did the pack take the news that their Beta’s mate wasn’t human but a lynx shifter? It was mixed, but nothing like the reaction of the elders who were remo
3 Months later- First Lycan Pack The seer entered the new territory and felt the rush of the past and present mingling there. Sadly, she may feel it. She wasn’t strong enough to see it. Thankfully, she couldn’t see it either. The headache she received to some time to get rid of. The land had a lot of traumas associated with it; the druids did their job and tried to wash it away. The issue was that only a god or time could purify a land fully, and no one had time like that to wait. She settled into the seat the pack provided for her as she waited for the time she’d be needed. Many spoke carefully with her, and it was all quite sombre and different from the last one she’d presided over. Someone pushed her right shoulder forward and when she looked behind her, there was no one there. Well, no one with a physical body. She’d told no one that she had a physical connection to the dream realm. She’d encountered no one with this curse? Ability? Whatever people
“Jon, wait. Uh, we need to talk. I want to know when we’re breaking the news to everyone. I mean, what’s one more scandal? One more controversial mating fact? I hate sitting here lying to everyone.” Jane Ann held onto Jon’s forearm and looking into his eyes. Her guilt and frustration were written all over her face. Only Jon knew their family’s secret, the reason they were one of the few families that kept the pack’s secrets over the years. Only the alpha’s knew about them, except no one told Rob directly and since Rob didn’t correct anyone about assuming Jane Ann’s species, she’d struggled with telling him. Jon though kept begging her not to say anything to him, because it was all too much at the time. Her big secret? Her mother and she were lynx shifters. One of the few shifters that didn’t have a pack or community. They lived usually in family groupings only. Jane Ann’s father followed her momma here and kept her secret and that of the pack this entire tim
Becky couldn’t believe how quickly the pack pulled off the preparations for the mating ceremonies. Two for the price of one. It seemed this was offending the case where there would be a spree of matings at the same time. She’d been given several reasons for this, but it all came down to people finding the one that fate made perfect for them. The wolf shifters don’t believe that people complete each other. Rather that they complement each other. No one is lesser in a pairing. Where one goes, the other will surely follow. The drive for family and community or pack was a driving force for the wolf shifters Becky was somehow now intertwined with. Rogues were an exception to the rule she found out, and it often harmed them mentally and eventually they would see physically it. That’s why the Ruling Council and Rob were so keen on convincing the young rogues and their pups to settle for the pack life. They didn’t show the signed of the mental of physical decay yet;
Everyone in the First Lycan Pack territory was trying their best to adjust to the changes. Even Bart found he had difficulty adjusting to the new routines. Half his problem, he found, was that he needed to write the routines so he could refer to them again and again. The week went by far too fast. Bart learned quickly that the rules and routines he introduced were a strong suggestion. Those rules and routines right now needed to be written in wet cement rather than be set in stone. Grace’s day was insanely busy with her forced to travel between the packs for her job with the Ruling Council. Once the rest of the pack was here, they’d find people to train for the jobs she’d need help with, and then they’d move everything over to their territory. Rob right now was being nice to them and more than generous to let them use the space they were using. Today, the plan to bring the rest of the pack here was in full swing. There was an excitement in
The seer sat last, and she smiled nervously between her guests. “Now, let me guess. You’re here because you want your lives to go on as the Moon Goddess planned them, but you’re encountering obstacles. Am I right?” She looked expectantly at Rob and Becky as if they had the answer she sought. They looked among themselves to see who would be the first to say anything, but the seer carried on as if there wasn’t an awkward silence. Her friendly voice prattled on as she tried to entertain her guests. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything mystical or magical that gave me that information. My phone and messages have been lighting up like a Christmas tree mid season with calls from many people who are angry one way or the other. Heck, one elder called me to find out if I, a seer, could put a curse on you, like I was a mage, druid, or witch. When I told him I couldn’t and wouldn’t he threatened to harm me. You really must get those old wolves under control, Alpha Northgate.”