by Crissy Smith
“Calm down!” Randy hollered. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Hey! I’m only trying to help,” Justin interrupted.
“Really?” Randy swept his arm, grabbing a hold of Kayla and yanking her behind him. “I haven’t heard anything about this group or other shifters being attacked. How is it you have?”
This was getting out of hand fast. Kayla knew the best course of action was to get both men under control but that require settling them down. “Stop, both of you!” she yelled drawing their attention. “This isn’t helping.”
“Randy, sit and drink your coffee. Justin, start explaining.”
For several tense minutes, the two men stared at each another in challenge. Finally, Randy sighed before placing his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll hear him out. But I make no promises.”
“Fine,” she conceded.
As Randy dropped back onto the bar stool, she faced Justin. “You’re not just an artist, are you?”
If she was being honest, she was a little hurt. She’d been friends with Justin for over twelve years. The first person she could say she had connected with when she’d first arrived in town. If he was hiding something major from her…she just didn’t know if she would ever be able to forgive him.
“Actually, I am.”
Randy snorted.
Giving Randy a furious glare, Justin took a step toward him.
Holding up her hand, she caught Justin’s attention again. “Don’t.”
A small growl escaped Justin as he spun around to begin pacing the length of the kitchen. Kayla relaxed her shoulders, rolling them and moving her neck from side to side. They didn’t have time for Randy and Justin to keep going alpha on each other.
Kayla sat back down closely watching Justin’s measured steps as he paced. Picking up her cooling coffee, she took a sip. The strong bold brew tasted like heaven.
She took a larger drink, enjoying the bitterness. Damn, that was good.
“Okay,” Justin said, coming up to stop in front of her. He placed his hand on the island. “I’ll tell you what I can but this isn’t my story to share. There are people…family that could be hurt if any of this information gets out.”
“Look man,” Randy interrupted. “I’m sorry I lost my cool. It’s been a hard night. All I can think about is what if those men had gone after my brother or mom. There is no way they’d be able to escape as we did. But we wouldn’t put anyone else at risk. Whatever you tell us stays in this kitchen.”
“Thanks. For hundreds of years and long before the shifters came out publicly, there was—and still is—a group that operates behind the scenes. They protect nonhumans. They’ve always worked in the shadows. Very few people know about them.”
“You do,” Kayla pointed out.
“There has been a member in my family involved with this organization going back as far as my great-great-great-grandfather.”
“What do they do?” Kayla questioned. She really didn’t like where this was going.”
Justin looked up, steadily meeting her gaze. “Whatever they have to.”
Chapter Two
“This latest arrest makes it appear to this reporter, that the Church for Humanity is now finished. With its leaders accused of kidnapping, attempted murder and terroristic threats, the doors have closed on the religious faction.”
Grinning, Chase Lawson clicked the television off. The Wolf Council had come through, once again ridding the Packs of the latest danger to them.
He had to give the council credit. It had been a long investigation but finally, after a year, all five divisions of the Church for Humanity were now shut down.
Hearing a shout, he strolled to his office window to look out. Alpha Shawn stood hands on hips as Chase’s brother, Max, remained beside him in deep concentration as he stared out over at the property.
Pride washed over Chase as he watched the scene play out in front of him. Max was in full Alpha training and Shawn was not going easy on him.
Although Max was one of the rare non-shifters, Shawn believed Max would make the best replacement as Alpha, should something happen to the leader.
Chase agreed. In the time that Max had been home, he’d changed. Instead of the lost and angry military man Chase had worried about, Max was open, more confident. A lot of his personal alteration had come from Max’s mate, Cassandra Wilson.
He hadn’t known when he’d asked Max to watch over her that the two would form such a tight bond.
Chase had always been close with the Wilson family, as Cassie’s older brother Alex was Chase’s best friend. So when Cassie had been in trouble he, of course, would have done anything in his power to help.
He’d never imagined that Cassie would be the one who would save Max and the rest of his family.
Slowly, they had been losing Max to his demons. It had been all Chase could do to hold on to his brother. Nothing he’d tried had worked to return Max to the man he once was.
The next day, Max met Cassie. Finally, he’d found a reason to let go of his past.
Chase was happy for his brother, although there was a small seed of jealousy inside him as well. Chase was so busy with his restaurant and Pack duties that he’d never regretted not finding a mate—until he saw how happy Max was with Cassie.
Neither held positions with the Pack structure, but both were instrumental in insuring the Pack’s happiness and survival. If they could make it work, maybe it was time to concentrate on his own needs.
Then again, with the threats against them, in addition to the newly proposed legislation to require all shifters to register into a database, Chase knew he wouldn’t actually change anything any time soon.
A lot had been changing in the last few months. Even though Chase’s Pack wasn’t public to the world, they still had had to be careful. Already the Church for Humanity had targeted them. The entire population of Canyon, Texas needed to be ready to defend their homes against any other danger.
Staying hidden hadn’t actually worked out as he’d imagined.
When the shifters around the world united, deciding to come out to the public, it was left to every Alpha to decide if they would be open or remain hidden.
Chase’s entire Pack still lived in secret.
The past several months had put that secrecy at jeopardy and it was why the representatives from the Wolf Council were in town. Chase’s Pack couldn’t aid in their endeavor without revealing themselves, so they’d only played a minor role.
Still, Chase was proud of everyone, especially his brother and Cassie. Pushing himself away from the window, Chase sat back at his desk again. He had a little more work to do before he could head to the town diner that he owned.
Luckily, he had a good staff that was covering the place well as he took care of his Pack duties. Sue Ellen had worked for him for years as the head server. He was going to have to reward her for really stepping up.
He’d been considering promoting her to manager and hiring another waitress to take her place. That way, he could insure that as Beta, he was available to the Pack.
As Beta, it was his responsibility to make sure that everything ran smoothly for his Alpha. When someone needed advice or help but the problem didn’t actually require the Alpha, Chase was there.
That left Shawn the opportunity to take care of serious matters, as well as spending time with his people.
Unlike a Beta who was also an Enforcer, Chase didn’t discipline any members, so he had a good relationship with all of them. Some even came to him for his counsel, not even wanting to see the Alpha.
It made Chase feel good. He enjoyed helping others. Just like at the diner when he fed them. It was part of a circle that he had created—to care about his fellow shifters in every way.
Opening his laptop and powering it up, Chase waited as it loaded. A knock on his office door surprised him. He hadn’t heard anyone approaching his office. He stood, making his way to the entrance then pulling open the heavy wood door. Upon seeing the two repr
esentatives of the Wolf Council, he grinned.
“Hey guys!” he greeted. “Come on in.”
Kurt Moore and Clint Price sauntered into his office. Both men carried themselves with a strong presence that screamed Alpha male. They’d arrived in town to handle the church’s threats, working in the shadows the entire time.
The men were so talented at what they did that Chase hadn’t even heard from the townsfolk about the strangers. They’d managed to hide their presence while accomplishing what they’d set out to do.
As Beta, Chase had been aware of their mission and had become friendly with them. He’d be sorry to see them leave. “Coffee?”
“Please,” Clint nodded, grinning widely.
Kurt snorted. “His mate has turned him into an addict.”
Chase had heard all about Clint’s mate, Sara Webb, who owned a coffee shop in their small town. “Well I’m sure it’s not as good as hers, but I do try.”
“Are you kidding me? I love your coffee, man,” Clint told him.
After their first meeting, Chase had noticed Clint savoring his brew. Chase had long ago cut back on the amount of caffeine that he consumed each day. So, instead of filling up on tons of coffee, he went for an expensive blend that he could enjoy a few cups of daily.
As he walked to a small cabinet, it saddened him to know his friends would probably be leaving soon. He busied himself making up two mugs instead of thinking of the loss. He remembered how both men took their drinks, so it didn’t take long to brew it and serve them.
“Looks like Max is doing well in his training,” Kurt said from his position in front of the window where Chase had been watched from earlier.
“Yeah, he’s taken to it quickly. He’s a born leader,” Chase said with pride as he passed Kurt his cup.
“You have a good Pack here,” Clint commented, accepting his own mug. “A strong Alpha with a tight inner circle. You’re going to need that in the upcoming months.”
“So it’s not over?” Chase questioned with concern. “I thought with the closing of the Church for Humanity we would be safe. “
“You are,” Kurt assured him. “From them, anyway. But there is more going on here than we first thought. There are still unexplained circumstances that have me concerned, starting with the fact that we weren’t the ones who brought down the church.”
“Wait! What? I thought…the news stated…”
“The Church for Humanity is finished. The arrests will stick. But our team and the officials we were working with weren’t responsible. Someone got there before us.”
“Who?” Chase questioned, confused. There was no pack in Lubbock where the church had opened. The college town was considered open territory. As the closest shifter collection to the large city, Alpha Shawn had made it his business to insure any shifters in that area had someone looking out for them.
“We don’t know. That’s what bothers me. We can assume that they are on our side, since they did take down the enemy, but I don’t like not knowing what is going on.” Clint rose from the couch then started to pace. “I didn’t catch another scent anywhere near us. There is no way that someone could get that close and leave no trace of being there.”
“So what do we do now?” Chase asked.
“That’s why we’re here,” Kurt informed him. “Your entire Pack needs to keep its eyes open. If you have anyone in Lubbock, that’s even better. But we need to talk to your Alpha and Max. We’ve been called away.”
“You’re leaving?” Chase jumped to his feet. “Why?”
“The Council is sending us to Missouri, where there have been three disappearances of shifters. We leave today.”
Dread trailed up Chase’s spine. Not only was there an unknown person or group but they wouldn’t even have the Council representatives to turn to.
“Hey,” Clint stepped up next to him, gripping his shoulder. “We’re still just a phone call away, plus you have resources here as well—one of them being your brother. Max’s military record is strong and the man knows how to take care of his family.”
“I know.” He did know that. But that didn’t help the fear now gripping him.
“Also, your Alpha has mentioned some of the other Pack members who have settled in the area. Ex-military, government, police—you are a strong group. We wouldn’t leave if we didn’t think you all would be okay,” Kurt added.
“We’ve always been peaceful here. I’m just worried. You’re right about our members but as you said, they are retired. They came to us to get away from things like this.”
Kurt placed his cup on the side table before he stood. “Unfortunately, I don’t think the Packs have that luxury any longer. Whether or not you came out publicly, you’re going to have to deal with this.”
Chase couldn’t respond, as he heard heavy footsteps headed in their direction. A quick sniff informed him that Shawn and Max were almost to his open door.
Nodding, he walked back over to his coffee machine to get each of the new arrivals a cup. They had a lot to talk about ahead of Kurt’s and Clint’s departure.
* * * *
Marcus Webb’s house was located low into the Canyon. It took almost an hour to reach the isolated dwelling. Chase made the trek at least once a week to check on the older man.
Even though he’d dropped by only two days previously, at the encouragement of Alpha Shawn, he was headed to discuss the new information they’d received with Marcus.
It had been fifteen years since the man had moved into the Canyon to join the Pack. He’d brought along his teenage daughter after retiring from some branch of the government. Alpha Shawn might know, but Chase had never actually been told what Marcus had done prior to coming to town.
His daughter, from what Chase could remember, had been wickedly smart and very pretty. Chase didn’t know her well, owing to the Webbs staying to themselves so much. He thought maybe Marcus’ daughter had become friends with Cassie but he would have to ask his brother.
Pulling in front of the Webb house, Chase noticed the older man standing on the porch.
He was a picture to see. If Chase didn’t know that Marcus liked him, he would be a little nervous. Even though Marcus was in his late fifties, he was still one of the most intimating men Chase had ever seen. He was even bigger than their Alpha.
He always pulled his graying hair back in a long ponytail that trailed down his back. Marcus wore camo pants with a black tank top. His muscles bulged as he stood with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed at Chase.
Smiling, Chase turned off the ignition before pushing open his door. “Hey, Marcus.”
The other man nodded, still watching him closely.
Chase slowly strolled around the front of his SUV and up the sidewalk. He stopped halfway through climbing the steps.
“I would say that I’m surprised to see you so soon, but I can feel something is going on. What’s wrong?” Marcus questioned.
It had taken years to earn Marcus’ trust and to get used to the strange way the man spoke. Chase would call Marcus paranoid if he wasn’t certain the guy wouldn’t kick his ass.
“I need to talk to you. You know the raid that closed down the Church for Humanity?”
“I’ve watched the news,” Marcus replied.
“Well, it turns out that the guys who we thought were responsible for the capture weren’t the ones after all. Someone beat them to it.”
Marcus twitched his lip in the start of a smile. “Really?”
Chase got the distinct impression that Marcus wasn’t surprised by the news. Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks, he eyed Marcus. “Alpha Shawn sent me over here to see if you know anything about this new group.”
“Why would I know anything?” Marcus questioned.
Chase had gotten to know him pretty well. He was certain that Marcus did indeed have information.
“Why don’t you tell me?” Chase stated, rocking back on his heels. He could play this game all day but he needed answers and Marcus was go
ing to provide them to him. Sure that more was going on than he knew, Chase was tired of being kept in the dark. His patience snapped. “Just tell me what the hell you know!”
Marcus’ gravely chuckle had Chase holding in his own. The rare sound had Chase lifting his eyebrows in question. “So your Alpha finally decided to let you in on all the secrets? I’ve been telling him you can handle them.”
Not sure what Marcus was talking about, Chase shrugged.
“Well, come on in. I’ll grab a couple of beers. We have a lot to discuss.”
A loud crack came from behind him and it took several seconds for Chase to realize what was happening. Marcus grunted and fell forward as blood spread along his shoulders.
“Fuck!” Chase dropped to the ground. “Marcus?”
The man groaned.
Scrambling up the steps, Chase cursed under his breath. Once he reached his friend, Chase ran his hands over Marcus’ chest, making sure he didn’t touch the wound.
“Get down, you damn fool,” Marcus griped at him.
“What?”
Several more pops followed. Chase jumped as pieces of the wooden steps flew at his face.
“Shooter in the canyon. Call the Alpha.” Marcus’ voice cracked.
Damn! Shit! Fuck! He pushed his hand into his pants then yanked out his cell. He glanced over his shoulder to see if he could pinpoint the location the shots stemmed from.
“And stay low. We need to get to cover.”
Marcus could sure be demanding, even when he was bleeding out. Chase fumbled with the phone almost dropping it. He couldn’t believe what was happening.
Beside him, Marcus groaned again. Chase needed to get his shit together. Tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder, he kneeled over Marcus. “Hang on,” he told him.
A pained grunt was his only reply.
Alpha Shawn’s line rang in his ear as Chase struggled to get his free arm under Marcus. Luckily, with his shifter strength, he was able to gently lift Marcus and crawl behind the porch’s low solid walls for protection. He didn’t know if the assailant was still out there but he didn’t want to take the chance. There was no clear route to the front door without putting themselves in the open.