LOGINGregory Wolversen the Alpha of the Black River Pack. He was forced to banish his brother and declare him rogue for challenging his right for the pack. But his brother is mysteriously dead now on the other side of the country.Gregory knows there's a woman claiming to be his brother's bride, but the woman missing and no one has her name. What does she know about his murder? Did she kill him? His money and belongings have been accounted for. So is she a victim too?Aricka Daniels is a widow, a single mother and waitress/librarian who's struggling to survive. It's been seven years and she still looking over her shoulder. Widowed less than seven days after her wedding. She must come to grips with no home or job and a baby on the way that she was never able to tell her husband, Richard about. Her husband had told her to always stay away from his family because they weren't just rich but dangerous. For that reason she fears they might have had a hand in his murder and also fearing they might ruthlessly try to take her son from her. She never told them of him. Recently out of guilt she'd left a cryptic note informing them of his existence.The Black River Pack are the enforcers of the supernatural world in the area. It's their job to deal with the supernatural criminal element. If they don't then they will look weak to the North American Ruling Council and lose the right to their territory. With Gregory's very own parents on the Council they would suffer a lost of power that would rock the supernatural community as a whole. Can he do it all and find his mate and Luna to keep his pack stable?
View MoreOnce the final faction members had been appeased and the fine details had been assigned and agreed upon. They packed up what they needed to and left the members behind that were needed to take the first shift in the war room and communication centre. Others were headed to sleep and the rest were sent to organize everything that would be needed for every step of the mission and have it ready to go.The clock was now no longer looming but was ticking on the wall of the war room in reality.Gregory headed out the back of the
Gregory was not getting tired and irritable as the night wore on and the fine details were hashed out. Jobs and groups decided on. How they were going to move the people and equipment was discussed to the point he felt it was just splitting hairs. But, that was what he told the group at the beginning of the meeting. Now they were going over how the timing was going to go down to the very last second it felt like. Now they still have to hash out how they were going to get those they could save back here and to proper medical attention, also, the injured and of course the prisoners if they needed to interrogate th
Gregory took the stairs back down and soon was greeted with the din of so many voices and scents his first instinct was to flee. His senses were blurring everything together. He could not make out any given sound or smell. It was like this often in cities, but he wasn’t used to it in his own home. As he resisted the urge to find a quiet space away from the crowd, he had to enter the war room. There was why the chaos of scents and sound existed. Everyone was already at the meeting and seemed to be trying to communicate something to someone else. It was a zoo in more ways than one, but no one seemed about to kill anyone else. So
The other factions had finally arrived over the next couple of hours.The merfolk had to make do with the swimming hole and the cat shifters made do with cabins at the far end of the pack lands. There had only been one incident with the cat shifters when one of the non-predator shifters requested that they ensured their litter box was nowhere near where they were staying.A swift reprimand and apology came directly after that.The non-predator shifters received cabins near the medical centre and packhouse as they would be working as support personnel within the medical centre, kitchens and war room.&n