Chapter 44: Everyone has a ce. Where’s yours?
Ynda was up to her ears in weapons prep while she cursed herself for letting Ian getaway.
He’d have been an excellent help here. She handed packets or ready collections of weapons for the
enforcers. One of her assistants would finish handing out the rest.
She sent the revised list of things that they needed to Jeff, and she was on to the next thing.
* * *
Gregory got messages from all over. So his leading was as a mediator between the actual
people that ran the thing. After a series of meetings, he sat there going through various messages and
reports. Passing on information, deciding on other information. Setting other things into action. All the
while, others researched around him.
He’d a coffee machine added to the corner of the office and it was getting well used.
The men made headway on how to track down the renegade Fae. They’re identifying what
they summoned. The cave copse was a good thing. That closed the gateway by damaging the
markings that gave it form and control. Or so Dean insisted.
The day went on and Gregory felt it was now getting repetitive oddly. He’d received word that
three dragon representatives would fly in this evening. More mages and Fianna would be here this
afternoon. He’d need to track down his mother to find out whether there would be others.
He’d written to one of his contacts within the RCMP echelon and put in his suggestions about
the changes that needed to happen. A quick phone call added what he could put in writing.
Every time he’d a moment to think, Gregory found himself overwhelmed by the sheer size of
another mission like that. The thought that this was just the beginning and there’d be more missions
like this flitted through his mind, but his dread wouldn’t let him think about that possibility.
He’d just got his first private coffee machine in his office and he turned around to see his
pregnant mate making off with it. But before he could protest, Hilda bustled over and intercepted him.
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“We need it and it’ll be in the lobby where you can visit it whenever you want. The one we
usedst time gave up the ghost and I can’t get another er.” Gregory wanted to protest. But what
was he going to say? Soon there’d be no cups to get a coffee. He’d hide one in his desk to fix that.
“Fine. But why is my mate carrying it?”
“You want to tell her no? It’s a full-time job, and you don’t pay me enough.” Hilda followed
Aricka out the door. Leaving him to sigh.
* * *
Ian and An were now in the sunroom office of Edith. Today it was humming and busy with
peopleing in and out. Ian’sptop was there. Someone brought hisptop from the cabin he was
staying in.
“Don’t worry, we only charged it and left it for you. Nothing worse than working on a strange
your report, just ask and we’ll figure out something together.” Edith left the table with hisptop on it
and returned to her desk and what she was currently working on. The table was his extra workspace,
and he’s expected to get to work.
So, that’s what he did. He discovered the woman was thorough. There appeared to be
reasonable exnations for every question. If he didn’t know it was full of lies, he’d believe it. He found
it impressive.
An hourter, his report written and submitted. Time to get upstairs. Face the music of what
living in a pack meant for him. That’s when it hit him. He was the only human. His best friends weren’t
fully human. They''re rted to the enemy. An enemy they only knew through legends and lore. He
believed them. There was a little doubt in the back of his mind.
He got upstairs to the conference room. Ian found he was thest person to enter the
conference room. It was like walking into any full conference area. All heads turned to him. The faces
held a mix of expressions. Ranging from begging for the meeting to end. To the look of, ‘Oh god
again?’
“Oh, well, you made it. Everyone the is Ian Be. The first assholement about him
smelling like me gets the fun job. Of course, he smells like me, he’s my mate, get over it.”
“Okay, I’m not the only one that gets the attitude. Here I thought I was special.” Ian didn’t
think twice about mentioning her attitude. Though it got a few half-heartedments from the group.
“Nice to see you again, dear. Hey everyone. Sorry, about beingte. I have to make it look like I’m
working in the human world.” He found a seat and caught a folder thrown at his head. He was d for
the days of tossing a ball around.
“You missed little, I just got here. Now back to the folders. It’s standard fare. Your orders and
team selection are in there. Everyone in the dream realm is always to stay in contact. No one wanders
about by themselves. Remember, these guys have the upper hand because they created this space.
But it’s been our hunting grounds for generations. They may not know that we still use that realm. For
those that in our realm. We’ve got three new members. They’re Ian, Hal, and Jaxon. The twins will
need to be watched. Not because we don’t trust them. But because they are part Fae. What type of
Fae? What their strengths and weaknesses? That’s what we need to discover? Ian is a human mate
who’s still in transition. So fair warning. Those in his group, I am trusting you with his survival if he
encountered any ill effects orplications. All three have military and police training. Deal with it. And
not whining. We’re wolf shifters now, coyotes. You have twenty minutes to consult your packages and
form your groups. If you have picked up your weapons kits, then make it a stop before you go. This
isn’t a drill, and I don’t want you t-footed. Okay, I’m done. See you on the other side. I’m going into
the Dream Realm. Ian, I’ll see youter tonight after shift.” With that. She just left the room. Leaving
everyone to figure out what they were doing on their own.
Ian then returned to looking at the room full of wolf shifter Enforcers. Many were looking at
him. “The first one to baby me gets bear maced. Is she always so clingy? Or because it’s a new thing?”
“You need education about she-wolves. You poor man. Let’s get you settled in your team and
get you familiar with our routines. Don’t expect any special treatment. You’ll need to prove to us you
aren’t an idiot. So don’t be a hero. You need a full exnation of your weapons kit on how to use
everything and when to use it. So your group is over there. To discuss your shift route with them and
then get your weapons kit.” An old man informed Ian and with a nod, he moves to them.
The team had four members, including Ian. They looked like seasoned fighters. Each bore
scars visible on their bodies. Clearly made by ws. “You can call me Be. So, what do I call you
guys?”
“John. Mario. Al.” John, a sandy-haired man with a scar across his forehead that broke up his
left eyebrow, named the team for him. Marco was dark-haired and had dark eyes. His scar ran up his
arm like someone took their time, creating them individually. Al wore his hair long, half hiding the w
marks on his neck. His eyes were as icy as the mood he presented.
“Alright. We have the living quarters as our patrol spot.” John dropped a map on the table,
showing the route they would take. “It’ll be easy as long as the Fae don’t use the dream realm to
surprise us. For the neer. We travel in spirit form only in that realm. So for us, we can’t just pop in
on them.”
“So know thend. Expect a quiet night, but prepared for trouble. Got it.”
“With other creatures entering ournds, think before you attack. Dragons travel simrly to
the Fae. They arrive tonight. Be prepared to spot dragon form or human form. We don’t have images of
who ising. Don’t be surprised if the Fianna. Send a few hunters too. They might try to horn in on
our patrol.”
“Don’t forget we’re the ones who will watch the area where the bodies of those patrolling the
dreaming are. If a Fae tracks them to their body. That Fae will show up in our patrol area.”
“Good point. I’ve survived being shot at, blown up, and other things I’d rather forget. I’m not
the type to act first and questionter. Anyway, one of you should be near. Just in case. I mean, I don’t
have ws.”
“Blown up?”
“Why do you think I got sent home from the military?” Ian lifted his right pant leg to reveal an
old angry scar where still a chunk of muscle was missing. “Well, most of me came home.”