Chuck Hansen Novels & Stories

As per usual, I have had another successful day at work. I just wish my personal life was just as successful. "Jake! Did you really just land the Champa account?!" Lin asked as she walked into my small office. I smiled as I watched her run over to me and I stood up to hug her. "I did and I am not sure how I was able to do it but I did." I responded with a hint of shyness. Lin is the loudest of our marketing group and she is also the one who coordinates all of our work functions.

“This project will consist of partners. I’ll be assigning the partner you’ll work with and I don't want any complaints, am I understood?” The teacher also known as Henry addressed to the class. A chorus of yes’s were heard. I took a side glance at Zachariah who was busy writing something on his notebook. He looked extra handsome today. He wore a pair of beige dress-pants and a white collared shirt which was folded up to his elbows. A silver chain hanging from his neck. Three rings rested on both of his hands and a black beaded charm bracelet.

Caesar added before hanging up. “Hang on, guys! This is going to get riskier.”

The lesser people knowing about it, the lesser we’d worry about someone deceiving us and leaking whatever information we got about the Moon Howlers to them. The other man was older, probably in his mid-forties, with slightly gray hair and a tan. Wearing white pants and a collared shirt with a polo player on the breast, he appeared ready to sip a martini at the ninth hole. “Dad, I still can’t believe you decided to just stop by,” Cassandra said, sounding shocked. I sighed, not truly surprised that the man who screamed rich had turned out to be her father. Standing beside him, was a woman whom I instantly recognized as Cassandra’s mother. Cassandra had taken after her mother the most. The same

Then ate his soup. Soren ark snorted in disbelief. "No, you were much worse, Greg. You growled at anyone who even dared to look at Chloe, and you wouldn't let me or Henry be in the same room with her. Even though you were sitting beside her, totally protecting her. I wasn’t able to talk to you." Greg grabbed one honey muffin and shook his head. As he ate his own honey muffin, Greg mumbled incoherently, I think he meant to shut Soren up.

The alpha and beta families similarly attended both services as part of their obligations in leading the pack. After we completed our regular chants and meditations, led by the temple priest, Alpha James took his place at the podium in front of the congregation with his mate, the luna of the pack. He looked good for a man in his midsixties—you could easily tell that he had been devastatingly handsome in his youth. Even at his age, he still had a thick head of black hair that had only partially grayed, and it was clear that he kept up with his training regimen. Even his face had barely sagged through the years with just moderate wrinkles lining his face, crow’s feet surrounding his most promi

Chris walked in, holding a case of beer and a bag of food. It took everything ounce of control I had to just shake his hand and not just snap his neck. Claude seemed to be expecting it was well, he was watching out interaction tensely. Behind him, Harrison, his beta waved. “This place is pretty cool though. If you like the cabin-in-the-woods vibe.” I smiled. “It gives me something to do on my off days.” Chris shook his head. “Shaving, doing construction, taking days off? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?”

“The ravens returned from the southern outposts. No sign of any pirate vessels near our shores in the last ten days.” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “And from the eastern harbors?” “Nothing reported. But there’s something else.” Ziva hesitated, then added, “One of our spies stationed in the neutral territories claims he saw a man dressed in wolf furs near the trade docks—escorting what looked like a heavily guarded cargo box onto a long-range vessel.” “Wolf furs?” Valerian repeated slowly. “Whose?” “Couldn’t say,” she replied. “But he mentioned a strange scent. Not wolf. Not human.”

I looked at my friend helplessly. “The thing is...” The sound of a bubble gum bomb filled the air. "I said none of that in my spa," I reminded her in disgust. Jenny just nodded, this was our daily routine, maybe one day we would leave it behind. “Helena,” He dropped threw the gum in the bin next to her “If there are more people, doesn't that mean you’ll donate more money to that organization you’re supporting?” “Yeah, but...” “According to the motivational talk you gave them in order to accept this helping project... What is the name of the organization?” she asked thoughtful.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.