The Toronto Council of Alphas was meeting again for the third time that month. The difference this time was that NARC requested the meeting. They wanted to ensure that the concerned councils in all the cities affected by the Fae were updated. They figured we would be the ones that would face the crowds of shifters and humans alike to assure them the Fae were dealt with permanently. Again, they met at the hotel where the first conference took place. This time, the protesters were oddly missing from their line at the front of the building. Malcolm and Jordan entered through the secured underground parking garage, though. As they settled into the usual waiting game, they mixed with the other alphas of the city and their staff. Jordan came back to Malcolm’s side after he’d been lured to speak with a few other Betas from the other packs. “Well, if the gossip is true, it looks like the Moon Goddess or fate has seen fit to make a good start on the next generati

Melody watched Malcolm leave for the city with mixed feelings. Her logical brain told her that with three more weeks of pregnancy, he’d have lots of time to be home before she had this pup. But her pregnancy mind was telling her to panic. He would miss this birth, too. There were no facts to back this up horrible sinking feeling. She’d done it without him before and what could he do that would help during the labour or the delivery? There she went again, thinking it’s better if he just missed it all. No one would have to make everything look pretty and acceptable to him. She’d be able to concentrate on her labour and delivery without worrying about Malcolm wanting to kill someone every time she grimaced. “Is it safe to come out?” Ellie’s voice came from the crawl space under the stairs. “What are you doing under there? You’re supposed to be in bed and cuddling you two.” “They’re sleeping like they should be. I’m looking to see if there’s a ch

The healer insisted on staying the night, and Ellie was thankful for that. The healer was correct. Melody didn’t last until morning, and Ellie was waking Jordan up with a panicked phone call. They needed to get home. Melody was in labour. Jordan promised Ellie that he’d see her in three to four hours. Just make sure that Melody didn’t have her pup at that time. “The call has been made. Jordan promises they’ll be here in three to four hours. The roads are good and free of most of the traffic. They should be good to get here with time to spare.” “Yes, well, everything looks good here and I doubt anything will change too fast at that time. So everything is going to plan. He was coming home tomorrow, wasn’t he?” “Good, then I can kill him twice. Once for David and now for this one. Geez, how did I forget about this part of the entire process?” “Dear, you’re just starting right now. Soon enough, I’ll help you with the pain and it’ll go much

Gisselle St. Denis, the Head of the Parkside healers in the Muskoka territory, was a busy woman this morning, and in much demand this week. The elders were pestering her for information about the Alpha’s mate. No one risked the wrath of the Elders right by calling her Luna. It was too close to draw political lines in the sand. Gisselle had a thing or two to tell them and as the days go on and she’s learning more about these two women, she was going to be drawn that line. Melody wasn’t communicating with her about her labour unless Gisselle asked direct questions. Each time Melody was ignoring her needs so Gisselle wasn’t inconvenienced. Gisselle was upset about this, and the fact her assistants were coming to her with concerns about things they were finding out about the two foxes. There wasn’t any hate as far as Gisselle could see. It was more a concern about their mental state. Gisselle was now going through the patient files she’d just received. A li

Malcolm was more than annoyed with the elders. This was his family and his pack. That meant his word was law and what they did was overstep their place. He didn’t have to listen to their advice, and that’s all their words should be. A voice of experience or a different perspective. They shouldn’t be demanding anything. “What is going on out there?” “Insensitive, self-important ninnies every one of them. The elders were downstairs. They expected you to give birth and then get up and walk down to them so we can present the boys to them officially.” “Is that what it was?” Melody sighed and kissed David’s head as he cuddled. He was still trying to wake up after being woken up several times during the night. “I would have thought you’d want to get it over with.” “We don’t have a name for this little one. I’m not leaving anything to chance. They make me worry that if we don’t have a name, then they’ll select one themselves to expedite things. Are they still giving yo