The car parked in front of the little police station and the officer opened her door.
Shauna was shown to a typical room with a table and chairs. It was stark, but she knew the routine. They were given bottles of water and a pack of crackers and left for hours.
“Mama, I’m hungry.” Dakota whispered. “Are they going to leave us here forever? Will they let us starve to death?”
“No baby. They are trying to make us afraid. They want to feel powerful so they have to make us weak. We will be fine.”
“You won’t let them take me away from you?” His little chin quivered.
“Never. You are my son and no one takes you from me.”
Sweat trickled between her breasts and her body ached, but she wouldn’t break. She sat in that horrible chair and held her son as if it was what she wanted to do with her day. This was too important to show weakness. She had to be strong for Dakota.
“Are we under arrest?” She asked when a man walked into the room and offered her a cup of coffee and a pack of powdered donuts.
He ignored her.
“I know my rights. If I am not under arrest then I am leaving. You can’t just keep us here forever.”
Another man walked into the room then, one that made her skin crawl. “Then leave, but the boy stays. We can’t exactly have him running around town. He is a danger to the good people here.”
“He has been running around town for five months and hasn’t caused any trouble. You do not have the authority to hold him. He is a shifter and as such, he has the right to be judged by shifter laws. I have already contacted a representative.” As a human, Shauna could not act as Dakota’s representative, she needed a shifter. It made no sense, but it was the way the laws were written and without his father she could do nothing for him once she had declared his shifter rights.
“That won’t be necessary. We have a representative on site, that is what took so long for us to get to you. We will take care of the boy from here.” The man’s grin was predatory. The door opened and another man walked in, this one flashed glowing yellow eyes her way.
“Mama, no. He’s not like me.” Dakota whispered.
“We have the right to choose our representative. We will wait.”
The men laughed. “What do you know about shifter laws, human?”
“Everything.” Her voice was like iron when she spoke. “I wrote them.” Shauna answered and watched the hatred bleed into their faces. They knew her now.
“Blackstone.”
The voice that ripped from his throat was more animal than man. They stalked her like a rabbit and she knew she was living her last moments.
“I’m so sorry Dakota.” She whispered. She wrapped her arms around her son and waited for the attack, but it didn’t come. Someone banged on the wall and the two men stepped back from her.
“This isn’t over bitch.” He snarled before he turned to greet the newcomer. “Welcome to Kentucky.”
The man ignored the greeting and instead walked directly to Dakota.
“Hey there kid. Name’s Ricky and I’m here to take care of you.”
Dakota let out a long breath and relaxed against Shauna. “Ok.”
“Thank you.” She whispered. This man made Dakota calm down and that meant something to her. She ignored the way his shoulders filled out his black t-shirt and the way his eyes flashed when he looked her way. He was saving them, that was all that mattered.
Ricky seemed to notice her for the first time and when their eyes met something sizzled in the air making the hair on her arms stand up.
“Don’t thank me yet.” He winked, but when he straightened he took her with him.
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