I picked up the phone, “Liam, back to me already.” The werewolf on the other side was not Liam, “Liam’s a little busy running an errand for me. I’ll meet you where you usually meet him at.” Dom didn’t even wait for me to acknowledge the message before he hung up. Something had him agitated and I was guess it had to do with my … Continue reading Manhattan Wolfpack

I pulled the key from my pocket that I’d taken from the plastic bag of Naomi’s things. And headed up to the apartment I’d found Drake and the human in. I think his name was Gordon but I hadn’t technically met his so I didn’t remember really. The fourth floor was empty, well save for the homeless man sleeping under the stair well. The stench … Continue reading More Than I Was Looking For

I pulled up the number to call Liam. He was my go to when I needed to speak to Dom personally. And that was when I remembered I hadn’t seen Marshal yet, so much for seeing Desmond. Not that I really needed to do that. I’d slept through my alarms. How the fuck had I done that. I sent Marshal’s assistant a text N: Hey … Continue reading Lead Number Two

Margo was right about one thing I was going to throw myself head long into work. And I was likely going to break down later. I’d had a rough few days and I could feel it in the cracks of my mind. There was going to be a hell of a downpour of everything at some point. But not now. All of Naomi’s possessions were … Continue reading Lead Number One

Emergency Session I made it across the street and up to my room. I pushed open the door and the world crashed in on me. I let my shield go and I felt the anxiety wash over me like a bucket of cold water. But I didn’t like the way I left it so I sent Alex a text. N: I’m sorry I left like … Continue reading Emergency Session

We walked a few blocks to Bonnie’s little diner across from the AU building. It was a quiet walk, both of us in our own minds, or Alex in mine. I didn’t know. I just hoped he didn’t get on to me about being a mess again. I could do my best to not show him how fucked up I was. But I hated being … Continue reading Breakfast at Bonnie’s

I was almost to the door when Alex yelled from the doorway of his room, “For someone who talks all the fucking time you have nothing to say now? “What do you expect me to say?” I ran my fingers through my hair snagging on a knot and frowned at the reminder of the night before with Alex’s hands all through my hair, over my … Continue reading What About Me?