It was fitting that the day was a dreary one, because chill and stormy fit Marcus’s mood pretty accurately as he prepared to see the graves of his pack for literally the first time - and to see the dead bodies of two of them for the second time.  The thought of them being dragged up out of the earth, rotted by time, had him sucking in a shuddering breath and fervently reminding himself that he didn’t need to see that part.  Then again, he didn’t necessarily need to be there for the exhumation at all, but Declan had had a point: Marcus needed closure, and even if this was the most fucked up way to get it, it was something. Declan had just left, looking collected and powerful next to Holt’s greyhound frame.  Marcus trusted that everything would go well on their end; he trusted Declan with his memories, although he felt a twinge of regret at the thought of not getting to see Simon.  He hadn’t seen anyone from his old life in years, so mayb

Of course things couldn’t go smoothly.  Declan was pacing outside in the early dawn hours, awaiting the return of his pack, finally within telepathic range - he could hear Kobi and Liz’s thoughts if they reached for him, and Marcus’s mind had long since reached his awareness as a wordless, aching bruise.  The latter was particularly worrisome because Declan couldn’t otherwise contact Marcus, but with the two vehicles in contact with one another, everyone was aware of the fact that Marcus hadn’t woken up yet.  The soft agony of his sleeping thoughts was hard to take, and Declan was almost frantic with the need to soothe it - and to soothe Liz and Kobi, too.  The two Betas were legitimately good people, but they weren’t saints, and were therefore still understandably shaken by what their new Omega had done to them.  But things suddenly got more complicated when Liz and Kobi’s thoughts sparked with panic, and th

Good god, Declan couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this relaxed.  Marcus had admitted as that he’d used his Omega powers a bit at the end of their tryst in the shower, but Declan had informed him in no uncertain terms that he didn’t give a damn – he’d kissed Marcus, slow and deep, to get the point across, hoping that Marcus was paying attention to the telepathic link so that he could feel how very pleased Declan was with the whole situation.  The two of them were properly cleaned and dried off now, and had managed to get… partially dressed… before just collapsing into their shared bed to ride out the rest of the post-coital high.  Declan wondered if Marcus’ Omega abilities were the reason the bliss was lasting this long.  Again – not a bad thing.  While Declan lay flopped on his back, more or less starfished, Marcus curled on his side, smiling into Declan’s shoulder wit

The disappearance of Simon Roen signaled the beginning of the end of the prosecution’s case against Marcus.  While Simon continued to make himself suspiciously scarce, more evidence began to unfold, until quite a picture became obvious: Marcus had been drugged by the same substance that had been in his pack’s systems, making it incredibly unlikely that he’d been doing any killing, and more likely that whoever had killed his pack had also incapacitated him; something definitively fishy had gone on at the time of Marcus’ escape from custody, because while Marcus stated that he’d run when someone had forgotten to handcuff him, the official record actually said that the escape had been done by force.  Nothing was adding up.  Holt was trying to track down the guard who had been responsible for Marcus at the time of his escape from custody, but apparently that guard had quit some time ago with no forwarding address.  Holt’s hunting paid off in another sector, though: t

Seth was easy company, although Holt’s brain kept making things complicated by trying to untangle his most recent series of interactions with the Omega – and with Moira, for that matter.  It wasn’t that the power-couple hadn’t been nice to their Beta lawyer, but Alan was beginning to suspect that he was being… flirted with?  He wasn’t even sure how to categorize the past few encounters, especially since Moira and Seth were married.  It wasn’t unheard of for Werewolves to be polyamorous by any stretch, but Moira and Seth’s entire history together had made it clear to anyone and everyone that they’d kill for each other.  Anyone who had dared fuck with their dynamic in the past had been met with dire (and often bloody) consequences.  So Holt wasn’t sure if he was in danger or not. Seth wasn’t helping Holt’s mental pacing: the Omega simply sat quietly during the whole drive, speaking rarely but looking contented.  As an Omega, he could have sent out