Hilda returned to the kitchens to get the documents she needed the Luna to sign. The rest returned to the office once an older gentleman came down the stairs. Negating his silver hair, he looked much like his son. A quick introduction and welcome. Ian didn’t want to explain that he hadn’t decided whether he would be her mate, or he’d even stay.                His train of thought got pushed aside as he saw a book passed to the mage from a disembodied hand coming from a blue glowing ball of light. “What the hell?”                “Mini portal. He ordered a book from their library by the looks of it. Where do you think the more interesting tomes went when the Library of Alexandria burned? Do you th

                “So, if we’re hunting for an immortal creature, how do we kill it? Just a stupid human here. But if you can kill an immortal, that immortal isn’t immortal.” Hal looked up from where he and Aria huddled over laptops.                The Fianna worked on translating various items within the book found in the cave. The symbols on the other items needed to be deciphered. He’d spent the better part of an hour explaining every creature they would encounter. How to kill them and when? What to use and how? Ian felt like he was preparing for war, and when he commented on that, he’d received looks that put his understanding of the situation in a whole new light. They were at war now. There wasn’t anything funny or cute about a brownie or elf. No one spared time to correct him, but

                Yolanda sat with a desk between herself and Edith. As they all tried to keep up with her. The woman could multitask like a champ. She’d a steel trap for a brain for who needed what special treatment. They changed email lists, phone call schedules, and tailoring messages for each and everyone. There’re lists and charts of all the needed details. It all made Yolanda’s head spin.                Yolanda knew this wasn’t something she’d any skill with. Tact wasn’t something she possessed. Nor did she have the patience to explain the same thing repeatedly as she watched Edith do on multiple calls. Edith would scribble notes as she spoke to them and then pass those notes to Yolanda, Ian, or her mate. She expected them to know how to record the notes.    &n

Devine watched as Jeff and Jaxon work. They found many in need. They’d also found a way to record it all too. Those were Jeff’s words. It wasn’t just wolf shifters suffering here, and it wasn’t just in the local area. There were pockets of need everywhere. NARC then stepped in to help those the system failed.                Clean up was still happening as I found issues. Jaxon took up searching the internet for breeches. Devine was sending out reports to NARC officials so they could send out teams of enforcers to sort out and fix the issues. Before they became irreparable breeches to the humans.                Rogues were returning to where they once lived. The difference was many wished to return to pack life. This meant NARC enforcers either needed to negotiate their return to their old packs,

Allan closed their apartment door behind them. Edith was busy pouring herself a drink from the mini-fridge by the bar in the sitting room. He let out a sigh, “Pour me one dear. We’ll be up for a bit; I think working out this one.”“Yes, it seems if it’s not raining, it's pouring around here. One crisis to another, it seems. Which crisis have you in this state?” Why’d he made her a mother? Her instincts about everyone around went into overdrive when she gave birth to Gregory and never stopped. No one could hide anything from her. She didn’t even contemplate playing dumb.“The humans. I’m worried it’s a mistake just to welcome them. It’s going to backfire on us at some point.”“Look at it this way. Someone sells a piece of toast with the image of Mary on it for thousands of dollars. They cry and moan about haunted houses. They poke about for a few hours and run away. No one bats an