Page 7 of Shifter Situations

“We each have secrets we’d rather not talk about, but some of those will get us all killed. You’ll just have to trust me when I say that I can handle it… Or don’t.”

2

Sloane

Tuesday, June 2nd

Late Evening

As I traversed the halls and staircases on autopilot, I called my phone to me without snapping my fingers. I didn’t need the extra focus. The emotions that I kept at bay fueled my abilities to a level that I had never previously needed—or wanted.

Now I needed to feel all the things.

All the darkness, the happiness, the hurt.

And so much more.

I wasn’t ready, but between the continuous threats, the unknown fae-mage stalker, and the vengeful angel, it was past time. I’d have to learn more control, especially with my shared soul now feeling whole and at peace.

We’d need to add to our arsenal of allies, too.

Today, we needed Blaire.

I could make the issues disappear, but she could maneuver over the legality of said issues quicker than I could. And probably do it without a murder spree.

Two heads were better than one, right?

She could be the beauty. I was happy being the brawn.

Her phone rang and rang and rang… and just when I thought she wasn’t going to answer, her sweet voice filled my ear.

She had no accent either, but her French roots were heavier in her frustration, exactly like her brother. Some of their words twisted like they were trying to speak both languages at once.

Sensing her split attention, I spoke in her native tongue. “Something has happened. Can you come to West Virginia with us tomorrow?”

“Is everything okay?” French was such a beautiful language, even when the speaker was stressed.

“It will be. I need you to represent the guys, or at least Novak. I’m not sure if it will be local police or pack authorities yet. It’s all really sketchy, Blaire, and I’m not exactly sure what’s going on yet.”

She didn’t hesitate. “When do you need me? I’ll be there.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll come to get you or send one of the guys.”

“Are you getting prepared? What do I need to bring with me?”

“Just your wit. Knowledge of pack law wouldn’t hurt, but I can fill you in. Franklin is gathering video evidence of us now, and I’ll call Jack and Grim in if I need to.”

Her voice sounded oddly breathy when she asked, “The demon and the reaper?”

“Uhm, yes. Them.”

“Stop,” she murmured to someone before clearing her throat. “Can anyone who’s not close to you corroborate your whereabouts?”

I hummed as I thought of everyone who saw us in the Underworld. “I could bring in a few demons if I needed to.”

“Keep them on standby. Send me everything you’ve got, and I’ll start reviewing.”

“Blaire?”