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Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 9! I’ve said before I don’t know how long this is going to be and that’s truer than ever. Even though one drama has passed…. well, let’s just say things are coming. Enjoy!**

Seeing Walker and Archer with their pack was…comforting in a way I didn’t expect. En route back to pack territory, Walker received a message from the alpha that everyone was gathering on the running grounds. I didn’t know where that was, but Walker directed me to a clearing surrounded by trees on the outskirts of town. The sheer number of cars was impressive, as was the amount of people and wolves milling about. I’d known the pack was large, but I hadn’t realized just how large. There were at least thirty beings standing around.

Walker all but jumped out of the car the instant we stopped. He quickly pulled open the back door and Archer bounded out, making a beeline for the alpha. She immediately knelt, receiving him into her arms and holding him close. Archer let out a plaintive whine, but she shushed him, rubbing his face and neck, leaving her scent on him. He laid his head over her shoulder and gave her his weight.

With tears in his eyes, Walker watched them, but he didn’t move. I slowly rounded the front of the car to stand by him, and though he didn’t acknowledge me, he took a step closer. I laid a hand on the back of his neck, though it was almost an unconscious movement from me. It wasn’t something I would normally do, but after everything that had happened, it felt right.

“Go on,” I whispered softly. 

Walker shuddered and leaned against me. “Don’t leave.”

I blinked, surprised by that. But after a second, I quickly responded. “I’ll stay if you want me to.”

Walker sucked in a breath and nodded. Then he turned his head, rubbed his cheek against my shoulder in a quick motion, and ran to his son. He dropped to his knees and the alpha pulled him into their embrace. In that moment, I envied wolf shifters and the fact that connection to the pack, and an alpha who truly cared for their wolves, was able to heal a lot of hurts.

The alpha pulled back, removed her clothes, and shifted in seconds. Then she threw her head back and howled. It was a haunting sound that filled and hung in the air. All around, shifters pulled off their clothes and changed. I watched as all the wolves converged on the trio. A mass of gray, brown, and red fur as every wolf moved in to comfort and reassure Archer.

I was so enraptured by the sigh before me, I didn’t even notice when Gareth and Aeron wandered closer, and jumped when Gareth laid a hand on my arm. So much for the situational awareness I’d had drilled into me in training.

“He’s going to be fine,” Gareth said, his soft tone filled with confidence. “Owen explained it to me. It won’t be easy, and maybe not even quick, but Archer is going to be fine.”

“Good.” I knew it already, of course, but it was a relief to hear it confirmed. I was worried about the kid, maybe more than I should have been. But he was Walker’s son, and Walker…well, I didn’t have the words to explain how I was drawn to him. I just knew that I was. And it probably wasn’t the best to try and figure out why. To even talk to Walker about it. He had enough going on right now.

I wasn’t even really supposed to be here. All this was because after the shitstorm that went down at the MBI, and my demotion that leadership claimed wasn’t a demotion, I’d decided to visit Gareth and Owen instead of doing the reasonable thing and going home and getting drunk to wallow. Which didn’t make sense when I thought about it. They weren’t friends. Not really. I’d met them during a case and I shouldn’t be socializing. Only I’d felt drawn to them too, and gone against my better judgement to become their friend.

“Lane.” Aeron’s voice was loud in my ear, and I startled to realize he was standing right next to me. “Stop thinking so much.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, fooling absolutely no one.

Aeron’s smirked. “I can practically hear you thinking. I get it. But remember, you have magic and sometimes it does what it wants.”

I squinted at him. “What does that mean?”

But he didn’t answer. Just more smirking and then he stepped back quickly. “Wolf incoming.”

“What?”

A large gray wolf inserted itself between me and Aeron, and gave a growl in Aeron’s direction before dismissing Aeron entirely. The wolf started sniffing me, my wrists, knees, and the small of my back, rubbing against me with its entire body. It took me a couple of seconds to put it together, but since the wolf was a bigger, more muscled version of Archer, I realized pretty quickly it must be Walker.

Walker sat, practically on my foot, and then shot Gareth a glare as well. Walker licked his muzzle and Gareth chuckled as he moved away from me. Owen ran over and herded Gareth even farther.

“What is going on?” I murmured to no one in particular. No one with a human mouth saw fit to answer me though. I made a mental note to make someone explain when emotions weren’t so high.

But for now, I just put my hand on Walker’s head and rubbed his ears, the way I’d seen Gareth do to Owen. A few moments later, Oscar slinked out of the car and joined us. But instead of using his claws to climb up my clothes, or meowing at my feet to demand to be picked up, the cat pushed his way between Walker’s front legs and mirrored his protective stance.

Yeah. Someone was definitely going to have to give me all the answers. And soon.

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Flash Fic Friday

**Things are insane at the day job, and I just didn’t have the brain power last week. It’s not much better this week, but I didn’t want y’all to have to wait any longer for the next update in Lane and Walker’s story. So here we are with episode 8! Enjoy!**

It wasn’t hard to find Walker and Archer. Not only were there only so many places they could be, but my bond with Oscar led me in the right direction. The familiar was anxious, wanting me with them, but he was also doing his best to provide comfort to Walker and Archer. I headed straight for the conference room at the end of the hall, internally glad they hadn’t stuffed the Hemming men in one of the interrogation rooms. Neither one of them deserved the sterileness of one of those rooms after everything they’d been through.

This room had a couch as well as a mini fridge, and though there was a two-way glass, no one was hiding in the small room to observe. I saw that clearly as the door was open, and so was the door to the room where Walker and Archer were.

Oscar looked up when I entered, and though my familiar didn’t experience emotions the same way a human did, he was definitely glad I was back with them. But he still didn’t try to escape Walker’s arms, and I was pleased he felt so comfortable with Walker. 

I didn’t say anything when I entered, just quietly took them in. Archer was the spitting image of his father, with the same dark hair and facial features. He still had that young and gangly appearance about him, and even though they were sitting, I could see he was already as tall as his dad. Maybe he’d be taller when he finished growing. Archer had his eyes closed, and the scrubs he wore were too large for him, but he didn’t seem to care. Maybe he was even glad for it as he huddled into them, as though he was trying to protect himself, and was leaning heavily into his father’s side.

Both wolves inhaled deeply, and Walker’s head shot up to look at me. A tiny smile graced his lips, but it immediately fell when Archer pushed closer to him and buried his face against Walker’s neck. Walker finally let go of my cat to hug his son with both arms. Oscar hopped off Walker’s lap and took up residence on the arm of the sofa, keeping his bright yellow eyes fixed on the pair of wolves.

“Hey Arch,” Walker said, voice soft. “This is Lane. Agent Delaney Willis. He’s been helping.”

Archer peeked out with one eye, gave me a small nod, and went back to scenting his father’s neck. I’m sure, after everything, it was a huge comfort.

“Hello, Archer. I’m glad we found you and you’re back with your dad.”

This time Archer nodded more vigorously but didn’t move from where he had his nose pressed against his father’s skin.

I had the strangest urge to go over there and wrap them both up in my arms, but of course I didn’t. Archer didn’t know me, and most likely didn’t want to be touched by strangers right now. Probably not for a while. I couldn’t blame him. Wouldn’t blame him in fact. The trauma he’d been through was enough to break older people, let alone a fifteen-year-old boy. So I stayed where I was, only moving enough to lean on the wall just inside the door.

I wanted to get them out of there. I wanted to let Archer shift, and Walker as well if he wanted, and take them both home so they could just be with their pack. But the agency needed details if they were going to prosecute the perpetrators and get justice for the victims. Sharon had told me that there was a lot of evidence on scene, and other victims willing to talk. But some of them were in far worse shape than Archer, and we needed as much information as possible.

Agent O’Neil joined us a moment later, and I respected that he moved slowly and spoke softly.

“Willis, if you’ll wait in the hall, we can get started.”

I made to move but Walker’s quick “No!” froze me in my tracks. Archer jumped at the sound, and Walker soothed his son with a back rub, even as he kept his gaze on me. “Lane stays.”

O’Neil seemed to contemplate that for a long moment, before letting out a sigh. He set the folder he was carrying on the table, sat in one of the chairs, and then set up a recording device.

“Is it okay if I record this?”

Walker stared before seemingly deciding that meant I could stay. “I’m okay with it. Arch?”

The kid mad a noise that must have meant assent because Walker motioned for O’Neil to go on. O’Niel turned on the device, went through the official spiel, then turned his attention to Archer.

“I promise you were going to do this as fast as possible, and get you home to your pack. But Archer, I need to know everything you can think of. Tell me everything.”

Archer took a several long, slow, deep breaths, and then lifted his head. He stared O’Neil down, not breaking, though his voice was shaky.

“I told the woman who got me out.”

O’Neil nodded. “I know. And to be honest, you’ll probably have to go through it a few times. But tell me again.”

“It’s okay, Archer. I’ve got you. And alpha and the pack are waiting for us.”

Archer trembled, but he controlled it quickly. “I don’t know much. I swear. I was walking home from the park, when I got this weird feeling I was being followed. I looked around but didn’t see anything, so I just sped up. But a few moments later, I was grabbed from behind. I must have blacked out, I don’t think they hit me but I woke up in the warehouse when they were ca—” His voice broke and he took a moment, pressing harder against Walker’s side. “When they were carving into my chest. I tried not to scream.”

Walker let out a whine that Archer immediately echoed. Oscar was quick to join them again, purr starting up. I couldn’t take it either and crossed the floor to stand close to them, but stayed on Walker’s side. He shot me a quick grateful look. 

“Don’t worry about that. You’re doing great.” The words were out before I could even think to check them, my training and instincts kicking in when I should be keeping my mouth shut. O’Neil shot me a glare, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge it.

He turned back to Archer. “How many were there?”

“Three.” Archer wrinkled his nose. “I think. I think there were three. It was hard to tell. They always wore robes with these really big hoods. I couldn’t see their faces. But it smelled like three different people.”

“Okay. Good. Then what happened?”

“It’s all kind of fuzzy. I felt magic all around me, all the time. It was making it hard to think. They took me in a room and chained me up. I could hear other people. Other, uh, v-v-victims. But I couldn’t really see anything. They kept us apart, and they had my neck chained, and I tried to fight but I couldn’t think and—”

“Shhh. You’re okay. I’m right here.” Walker continued to murmur and settle his son, constant touches and pulling Archer in tight so he could scent Walker’s neck and know he was safe now.

I gave O’Neil a very pointed look. After a battle of wills where we simple stared at each other, O’Neil finally gave up. He turned off the recorder and picked up his things.

“Take him home,” O’Neil said, not addressing anyone in particular. “If he remembers anything else, anything at all, let me know immediately. I’ll be in touch after he has a chance to process all of this.”

With that, O’Neil swept from the room. Walker stared after him, mouth hanging open, before he shook that thought off and looked up at me.

“That’s it?”

I wouldn’t lie to him. “For now. There will be many more questions in the days and weeks to come. But for now, you can go and get Archer the support of the pack he needs.”

“You too?” 

I blinked, sort of surprised. “Yeah. Me too. I’ll take you home, if you want. Or I can arrange a ride. And if Archer wants to shift, we can accommodate his wolf.”

“Please, Dad.”

“Yeah, honey. Go ahead.” Walker kissed Archer’s forehead then pulled away, picking up my familiar as he stood.

“I’ll just step out,” I started to say, but Archer didn’t wait. He was apparently unconcerned about being naked, because he practically tore off the scrubs he wore, dropped to his knees, and changed. Within thirty seconds, a gangly, somewhat scrawny gray wolf with white markings sat panting on the carpet. He was still bigger than a wild wolf, and I could see he still had growing to do. He’d be a big wolf once he reached adulthood.

Walker took a long moment to rub Archer’s ears and scruff, and Archer let out a low, content sounding grumbly sort of growl. He leaned against his father and absorbed the attention. I didn’t know what it was like to be a shifter, but I knew that their animal form went a long way to healing hurts, both physical and emotional. I knew he’d do even better when he was with his pack, surrounded by them all and having his alpha right there.

Walker took a breath, and then handed me Oscar, and offered me a tremulous smile.

“Please take us home.”

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**And now onto episode 7 for Lane! Emotions are still high. Enjoy!**

Walker didn’t say a word as I broke about seven traffic laws to get us to headquarters as quickly as possible. Oscar was in his arms, though, and Walker seemingly mindlessly rubbed the cat’s ears while Oscar purred as loudly as possible. I’d have to remember to give my familiar extra treats for trying to calm the worried wolf.

I parked—badly, but I didn’t care—and raced around the front of the vehicle in time to catch Walker before he strode off. He still had Oscar firmly in his hold, and since Oscar didn’t seem to care, I didn’t mind. Instead, I led Walker to the front doors and right to the reception desk. Then staunchly ignored the strange looks John shot me as he signed Walker in and passed over a visitor badge. I had every right to be in the building, and since Sharon had requested I bring Walker in, I even had the right to bypass protocol and take him straight to the tenth floor and her office. No one tried to stop me.

Until I hit the hallway leading to the conference room and Chad Toddington stepped in my way.

The agent was a no neck bull shifter with a chip on his shoulder who very much liked to throw his weight around. He was broad enough to take up at least half the hallway, and he planted himself firmly in our path, his gaze fixed firmly on me.

“You can’t be here. I’ll take this one.”

Walker’s hand shot out lightning fast to grab my wrist, and that was all that stopped me from exploding. I was done with the bullshit, and my usual even temper was at its end. But Walker’s touch soothed me, gave me a second to think, and instead, I was able to pull in a breath.

“AIC Wright requested that—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he snarled, and I swear, if he’d been able, smoke would have curled out of his nose.

“He stays with me.” Walker’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm. I snapped my gaze to Walker, but he was staring down Chad. “I need him.”

Chad was going to refute that. Red crept along his neck, snaking up his face, and his gaze narrowed. But before he could speak, Sharon stepped into the hall.

“Willis.” It was all she had to say.

I gently broke the hold Walker had on my wrist, only to then wrap my fingers around his. Walker took a breath, and when I stepped around Chad, Walker moved with me. We hurried down the hall and into Sharon’s office.

“Your son is all right,” Sharon said quickly and without preamble. “He’s just finishing up with medical now, and he still needs to be debriefed, but you can see him in just a few minutes. You can be with him throughout questioning, and I’m sorry to say that we need to do that quickly. I just want to fill you in, give you what we know so you can be prepared before we start. So bear with me for just a few minutes and we’ll bring your son to you. All right?”

“But Archer’s okay?” Walker’s voice was high and tight, his eyes a little wild. I intertwined our fingers—because Walker hadn’t let go of my hand—and Oscar pushed his face against Walker’s neck. Walker took a breath, but it had little effect.

“He is. I promise. Fortunately, he was only held for a few hours.” Sharon gestured toward the chairs on the public side of the desk and took her own seat. I had to coax Walker down, and even then, he was still rigid with tension. “He is not unscathed, and your son is a fighter. Which is both good and bad in this situation. He held his own, but he did suffer from bruising and lesions. Medical assures me it’s nothing that can’t be fixed with a shift or two.”

Walker nodded jerkily. “He’s a tough kid. Sweet as hell, but he doesn’t back down from bullies. He’s okay?”

I slid my chair closer. Walker wouldn’t believe his son was okay until he saw the kid for himself. I got that. But it would still be a few minutes, and until then, I was the only support he had. I was happy to provide it.

“Mr. Hemming, I know this is hard to hear. But your son was taken, along with several others, were marked for sacrifice to an old god. We’re still gathering evidence, so we don’t have all the details.” Sharon took a breath. “The symbol was carved into Archer’s chest.”

Walker let out a high-pitched whine that sounded more wolf than human. Oscar echoed the sound. I pulled them both close, since Walker was still holding Oscar in one arm, and Walker pushed his nose right against my neck. He was breathing too fast, and I gripped the back of his neck tightly, letting out a little magic filled with calm to help him get himself under control. It took a moment. But when he was able to breathe without hyperventilating, he turned his head to look at Sharon without pulling away.

Her smile was full of understanding. “He’s going to need therapy after this, someone to talk to. And my guess is he’ll want to spend time as a wolf?”

“Yeah. The pack has a counselor.”

“That’s good.” She looked up, and that drew my attention to the door, where another agent had appeared. The agent said nothing, but Sharon nodded. “If you’ll follow Agent Collins here, she’ll take you to your son.”

For just a split second, Walker looked torn and by the way he gripped me, I knew he wanted me to come. But I needed to debrief with Sharon first, tell her all that I had seen. I dipped my head so I could speak directly in his ear.

“Take Oscar with you.” I gave my familiar a quick scritch on the ruff. “He’ll stay close by and I’ll come find you in a few minutes, after I speak with AIC Wright.”

Walker nodded, took another deep breath, and I sweat I felt the barest hint of his lips on my skin before he pulled away completely. When he stood, Oscar crawled up onto his shoulders and settled in. I shot Oscar a quickly looking, hoping the cat didn’t claw Walker as he sometimes did me, and that my familiar knew I wouldn’t be far behind. Normally, Oscar didn’t like being out of my sight, or rather me being out if his, but the implacable stare I got back told me it would be find.

I watched until Walker disappeared with Collins, then turned my attention back to Sharon. Her mouth was turned down, her eyes squinting a little as she stared at me.

“What’s with you and the wolf?”

I waved that away, because I didn’t have an answer. I just knew that from the moment I laid eyes on him, despite his panic, I’d wanted him. But the fact that Walker seemed not only comfortable in my presence but sought out my touch, warmed my insides. And I was pissed I hadn’t been the one that had ridden in on a white horse and rescued his son.

I wasn’t sure what that said about me.

Sharon let the subject drop, and for that, I was grateful. She pinched the bridge of her nose, breathed deeply, and then focused all her attention on me.

“Tell me what you know.”

Without hesitation, and as quickly and succinctly as possible, I did. I needed to get back to my wolf.

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Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 6! Prepare for action, because hoo boy. Enjoy!**

Before the mages could fill me in, the wolves turned as a unit toward the door. Human growls weren’t as chest rattling as in wolf-shape, but were terrifying enough. Especially in unison. Marco moved like a flash, putting himself between Aeron and the door. Owen took up a defensive posture as well and stalked toward the door. I raced to keep up.

“What is it?”

“Fox,” Owen growled. 

I almost asked whether it was a shifter or an animal, but I caught myself before it escaped. No one would be reacting this way if it was simply an animal. I quickly put a hand on his shoulder, trying to temper his reaction. I knew everyone was on high alert and with good reason, but I was pretty sure the person on the other side of the door was the agent we were waiting for.

Owen, it seemed, trusted me enough to curb some of the obvious aggression, though he was still tense with it under my hand. He took another deep breath through his nose, shot me a look, and then opened the door. Owen made sure to keep himself between the door and everyone else in the house.

The agent was at least smart enough to have his badge on prominent display. We technically didn’t have to wear it out, as long as we had it on us, but O’Neil had it on a chain around his neck. His nostrils flared, taking things in, but otherwise didn’t move. He rather looked like prey caught in a predator’s gaze. Which wasn’t inaccurate.

“Agent Willis?” O’Neil kept his tone low, and though he spared me a glance, he kept most of his attention on the pissed off wolf standing between us. “AIC Wright sent me.”

“Agent O’Neil,” I greeted. “You’ll have to cut the wolves some slack. As you can imagine, everyone is on edge.”

“Understandable.” His voice was deep, and he had that no nonsense tone many field agents possessed. Being on Sharon’s team, it wasn’t a surprise. “Read me in.”

“Owen, let the agent in,” Gareth called.

Owen grumbled, a rumble of noise in his chest, but then he stepped back. Agent O’Neil entered but kept his guard up. He only went as far as the entrance to the living room, not encroaching too far into the territory. I wasn’t sure if it was his training or his instinct as a shifter, but either way, it was a good call.

I took point, because emotions were running high. As quickly and as concisely as possible, I filled O’Neil in on all we knew. Gareth chimed in with what he and Aeron had seen in the scrying glass, and Aeron made a pained noised when O’Neil turned his attention to him. Silence reigned for a moment, and I cleared my throat.

“Agent O’Neil, I believe our problem is even worse than first suspected. Archer had a sigil on his chest.” I glanced at Walker, hating that I was dropping this on him. I turned my attention back to O’Neil, giving him a meaningful look, so he’d know it wasn’t just drawn there. “While I didn’t recognize in its entirety, it was similar to ones I’ve seen in worship to Crom Cruach.”

O’Neil let out a curse, vehement and with feeling. He whipped out his phone, pressed the screen, and lifted it to his ear. Within a second, he spoke. “Collins, we have confirmation. Yes, credible. Move in. Now!”

“What’s happening?” Walker’s voice was high and panicked.

“Stay here,” O’Neil barked, racing for the door. “We will get your son back.”

The wolves moved, but O’Neil was faster, out the door and gone. The car peeled away from the curb a second later. Marco yanked off his shirt, then dropped, and I knew he was prepared to shift and follow.

“Hold!” My blood raced, and I knew I had seconds, maybe less, to get this situation under control. “Please, just wait.”

No one wanted to, I knew that. But we didn’t have enough information to go tearing after O’Neil.

“Explain,” Marco growled, fangs pressing against his lips.

“If the agent was prepared to move this fast, they already knew more than they’ve given us. Sharon hinted something more was going on, and if O’Neil didn’t have time to explain, time is of the essence.” I blew out a breath. “I’m not privy to details, and I’m sorry about that. But what I do know is that the MBI had a team in place, ready to move in as soon as they got the go ahead. That means they’ve had the situation under surveillance and were getting everything in order. This is the piece they needed to take the perpetrator down.”

“You trust this woman?” Gareth asked, not unkindly.

“I do.”

Owen snarled. “But the MBI fucked you over.”

That was true. 

“But she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Especially not with a kid involved. I know you all want to race in.” Hell, I did too. I looked straight at Walker, wanting nothing more than to be the one to rescue his child and give him back. I shook that thought off. Now was not the time. “But in this situation, it’s better to wait.”

Walker took a shaky breath, then walked over to me. He wasn’t entirely steady, stumbling the last step, and I caught him. He clutched my shirt. “Please, tell me what’s…. I need to know what’s going on.”

I cupped his cheek, not caring that it was completely inappropriate. His big brown eyes were wet and fearful. And as much as I didn’t want to scare him anymore, he deserved the truth.

“Archer has been marked for sacrifice.” I kept my voice low and soft. “My guess is he’s not the only one, which is why agents were ready to move.”

“My kid is—”

I cut him off before he could complete the sentence. “Don’t think about that.”

“How can I not?” The growl was fierce

I didn’t have a good answer, and I held Walker tighter because the way he sagged made me think his knees were about to give out. I caressed his cheek with my thumb.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I had no words to make this better. I wasn’t even going to try. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was feeling.

Then my phone rang, and I only let go of Walker enough so that I could pull it from my pocket. Sharon’s name flashed across the screen. I nearly fumbled it in the haste to answer it.

“We’ve got him.” Sharon said quickly, before I could even get a word out. “He’s doing okay, as are the others. Bring the father to HQ.”

I didn’t need to relay the message to Walker. With his ability, he had no trouble hearing. He sagged against me, and I nearly stumbled under his weight. The he buried his face against my neck and sobbed his relief.

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Flash Fic Friday

**And here’s episode 5! Again I say it’s probably going to be a little on the longer side, because I’m not even sure what they’re doing yet, but I do know Lane is drawn to Walker. Enjoy!**

Gareth and Aeron together were a formidable force. I hadn’t ever seen them work together, not like this, but I knew enough about Gareth’s power when he rescued his brother to know it was going to be powerful. Aeron’s latent power was nothing to scoff at either. Just being around the mage was enough to feel that. So I braced myself for the swell of power, tucking Oscar up under my chin.

Gareth placed his hand on the gilt mirror they’d set up on the altar, and Aeron followed suit. Owen stood behind Gareth, snugging his front up to Gareth’s back, staying out of the way but lending power. Remy hopped from Aeron’s shoulder to the top of his head, spread his wings and bobbed. The cockatoo let out a piercingly loud screech, and then whistled.

“Go time,” the bird squawked, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t afraid of disrupting their focus.

Magic built, grew and pulsed like a living thing. The wolves couldn’t feel it like I could, but they must have felt something because I heard gasps from my left. I purposefully didn’t look because I didn’t want to see Walker still leaning on Marco. It was a selfish, but I allowed myself to have the emotion. I also didn’t dwell on it, and instead, forced myself to pay attention.

I couldn’t see the mirror from where I was, not clearly, but the swirl of colors meant it was working. Even if I’d been up close, I would only be able to make out the magic caressing the surface, and not the actual picture. Only the mage working the spell could see that. 

From how long it was taking, I knew they were having trouble. Since the amount of magic pinging around the room let me know power wasn’t the problem, I surmised that they must be running into some kind of ward or protection spell on the other end. 

Shit. That wasn’t good. Whoever had the boy had magic, or at least magic at their disposal, and that meant the situation was more dire and pressing than we’d known. My heart picked up, adrenaline coursing, and my brain started working in overdrive. We needed to move quickly if this was going to have a good resolution.

Every second counted now.

Walker was suddenly at my side, his warm seeping into my arm as he leaned against me. I tore my gaze away from the mages to look down at him, and the fear I saw there made my stomach drop. He must have heard my heartbeat, or sensed my worry, something because there was no doubt Walker now knew something bad was up and he wanted to know what it was. I couldn’t blame him. This was his child.

Without much thought, I moved my arm and tucked him up against me. He pressed in, his nose going to my throat, and I held him as tightly as I was able. Oscar reached out with on paw and laid it on Walker’s cheek, the only place the cat could reach. I bent so I could speak directly in his ear.

“Don’t get more worried, not yet. Just because we’ve hit a snag doesn’t mean we aren’t going to get Archer back.” My voice was barely more than breath, the barest of sound, not wanting to interrupt Gareth and Aeron. But Walker was a wolf, so I knew he had no trouble making out my words.

He trembled in my hold, and tried to nod, but it was nothing more than a twitch of his head. This man was terrified for his child, and though I would never lie to him, I wanted to soothe. Almost unconsciously, I stared rubbing his side in short strokes, not wanting to release my hold. Oscar pushed a little closer as well.

“I’ll explain as soon as their done,” I said in the same tone. “Just hold on for me.”

Another twitch of his head. I wanted to say more, do more, and almost reached for my own magic to project a little calm right into him, when Gareth’s strained voice stopped me.

“Lane. Join in. You have to see this.”

Walker immediately let me go and almost pushed me toward the mages. I glanced back enough to make sure Marco was there to hold him up, pushing down that little spike of jealousy, then transferred Oscar to my shoulders as I jogged the few feet across the room. As soon as I approached the altar, both Gareth and Aeron reached out and I clasped their hands.

Their magic slammed into me. Deep in the casting, they couldn’t be gentle, and though I needed to lock my knees so I didn’t buckle under the power, I’d been in this sort of situation before. It took me a few seconds to get oriented, but then I joined my magic with theirs. I wasn’t that adept at casting a scrying—it wasn’t in my wheelhouse—but they were doing all the work. I just needed to latch on to the spell and add my magic in.

It took a minute. Maybe two. But the picture on the mirror came into focus. I saw a young man, who had to be Archer. Even if I didn’t know they were casting specifically for the teen, there was no mistaking Walker’s jawline and warm, brown eyes on the kid. He looked in relatively decent shape, but he was shirtless and chained to the wall by a heavy collar. His feet were bare too. But the sigil carved into his chest was the biggest concern. It wasn’t bleeding anymore—wolf healing—but it was red and raw. And while I didn’t recognize exactly what it is, I saw some familiar shapes in the mark that had me mentally cursing. My fear for Archer ratcheted up another five notches.

Because if I saw what I thought I was seeing, Archer had been marked for sacrifice.

In the image, Archer suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing gold and he snarled. Something was happening where he was because the teen tried to struggle to his feet. A flash of magic had him down again with a painful looking thump. And though Archer did not move again, his eyes stayed focus on something just out of frame.

“Can we—” I started to ask, when suddenly I was thrown backward, the magic breaking in a horrible backlash. I landed against the couch, the cushions breaking my fall. Gareth and Aeron were thrown as well. Owen kept Gareth from falling, but Aeron hit the floor hard. Marco was there an instant later, cradling Aeron and helping him upright.

I couldn’t catch my breath, the air having been knocked out of me despite the softer landing. Walker rushed to my side, but he didn’t reach for me. I tried to marshal my thoughts, and was grateful when Oscar scrambled up from wherever he’d landed, thankfully unhurt, and settled on my chest. 

“What happened?” Walker’s voice trembled.

I shook my head to clear it. “A lot of not good. Archer is alive and all right, for the moment. But we don’t have much time. That agent needs to get here and quickly.” I pushed myself to stand, clutching Oscar against me. “Gareth, Aeron, I need to know everything you saw before I joined in. We need a game plan and fast.”

“Lane.” Gareth’s voice was gentle. “If you’re not a field agent anymore, then you—”

I whipped around. “I don’t care. We don’t have time. I will do whatever it takes to save that kid.”

The way Walker looked at me, like I was his path to salvation, had me feeling ten feet tall. But even if he hadn’t, I would have said the same thing. I was not going to let anyone suffer. Especially not a teenager.

Consequences be damned.

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Flash Fic Friday

*Lane episode 4! I feel like this one is going to last a while, because we all know romance is the end goal but things are happening. Enjoy!**

I stepped outside to make the call. Oscar followed me, rubbed against my ankles, and then stood on his hind legs to put his front paws on my knee. I scooped him up so he could settle around my shoulders, his preferred place to be, and tapped at my phone before raising it to my ear. Sharon answered on the second ring.

“Delaney.” Her voice was as no nonsense as always but it held affection and a bit of regret. “I’m glad you called. Listen, what the director is doing to you is bullshit.”

“Thanks.” I swallowed hard, but I really didn’t want to talk about that. I couldn’t not acknowledge it thought, but I was quick to move on. “I need a favor.”

There was a hum from the other side of the line. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything at all. But I knew better than to push. Eight years older than me, she’d been my mentor when I first joined the MBI, and we’d maintained a good relationship throughout the years even as she’d been promoted and assigned her own department. Thankfully we did have that relationship, because she was singularly placed to help in this situation.

“On the record or off?” There was no judgement in her tone. 

“A little of both. I don’t want you to catch heat, but I’m gonna need some of your weight here.”

Sharon let out a sigh. “Brief me.”

I quickly ran down the details and then added, “This pack is not one for overacting, and I believe the dad. We need to move quickly.”

“We do.” Sharon’s voice shifted, her tone sharpening. “I’m sending an agent immediately. I can’t give you details because of…I’m sorry, Delaney. But Agent Jasper O’Neil will be there in thirty. If you overhear details, well…” She let that hang. Her voice dropped to a near whisper when she added, “You can trust him. He’ll keep me updated, but if you need me, you have my personal cell.”

The last was said with a deliberate tone. I immediately understood what she was saying. And as much as I wanted to push for more detail, I knew I couldn’t. She was walking a fine line as it was, and I didn’t want to put her in a bad spot. Sharon had always been one to bend the rules, but never break them. 

I’d learned from the best after all.

But I understood that this was bigger than just Archer going missing. My heart gave a painful thump that this pack had been caught up in it. Worse when I thought of Walker and his pretty eyes, scared for his child. I needed to get back in there.

“Thanks, Sharon.”

“Talk to you soon.” She hung up on me and I shoved my phone back into my pocket and slipped back into the house.

Gareth and Aeron were still setting up in the living room, but they were almost done. I almost offered to help, because while I wasn’t as strong as either of them magically, I could still boost their power. But I kept that to myself for the moment, ready to step in and help if it looked like they needed me. They were used to working together, and as brothers, their magic was intrinsically similar. The resonances were genetically linked, and that went farther than anything I could do to boost them. 

Instead, I focused on Walker, beelining right to him and once again pushing down the jealousy that threatened to overwhelm me from how he was leaning against Marco.

“Agent Willis?” Walker’s voice shook.

“Just Lane. Please.” I took a breath and reminded myself that even though the director had stripped me of my position, I was still an Agent. More than that, I was a field agent despite not having that job anymore. It was who I was and nothing could change that. “I need you to listen to me, okay?”

Walker nodded but there was no missing the fear in his eyes.

“Another agent is on his way, and he’ll get here as fast as he can. My…contact couldn’t give me details, but she let enough slip that tells me this is bigger than Archer. Something else is going on.” At my words, Walker’s knees buckled, and for once, I was faster than a shifter. I caught him and pulled him in tight, holding him up. The moment he was in my arms, something zinged up my spine. He fit perfectly against me, and he smelled so good. Like citrus and fresh linen.

Instinctually, I grasped the back of his neck and squeezed. I needed to comfort this man. At my touch, he melted against me, clinging a little, and I let him. Dipping my head, I spoke in his ear.

“We will find your son. We will do everything in our power to get him back. I don’t know what’s going on yet, but I’m going to help you navigate this. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” The instant the words were out of my mouth, I realized how intense it sounded. It was too much too fast, and it didn’t make sense. My scrambled, my mind racing, trying to figure out how to backtrack and make it sound more professional. Better.

But before I did, some of the tension left Walker’s shoulders. He took a deep breath, his nose pressed against my neck, and then jolted. After another second, he pulled back, his big, dark, pretty eyes staring up at me.

“Thank you.”

It was so heartfelt, so sincere, that all I could do was offer a shaky smile and take his hand in mine. I squeezed tightly, trying to let him know I was there without words. I was too scared to open my mouth again, afraid I would say something completely inappropriate or too far again. 

Oscar took the opportunity to jump from my shoulder to Walker’s, leaning in and pressing his little nose against Walker’s cheek. At that, Walker managed the tiniest of smiles, and he reached up to scratch Oscar’s ears.

What the heck was going on? I was never like this, and certainly not in the middle of a case. Even if it wasn’t mine, and I’d been demoted. What was it about Walker that called to me so? None of this made any sense.

I didn’t have time to devote any brain power to figuring it out right now. Maybe later I could give it some thought.

Marco was staring at me, and his gaze pierced into me. I turned just my head to see him, and he squinted at me. I was sure he was going to say something. His lips parted. But then Gareth’s voice rang out.

“We’re ready.”

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 3 for Lane. Things are getting serious, and Lane is ready to help. Enjoy!!**

Everyone spoke at once, loud and over each other. Panic filled the room, and I could only make out parts of sentences. It was a blast of sound that had Oscar scrambling off my lap and huddling under the chair.

“What happened?”

“How long…”

“Wolves are looking…”

“…lost the scent trail…”

I released a pop of magic, a quick pop, just to get everyone’s attention. They froze, and the wolves head turned to me in a sort of robotic way. Gareth and Aeron winced, but a smirk crossed Aeron’s face at the same time Gareth scowled.

“Let’s all take a breath. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Agent Willis on the job,” Aeron muttered, that smirk becoming more pronounced.

My stomach soured at the reminder. He didn’t know, and he was just being himself, but it still poked a tender nerve. I shook it off. Because I wasn’t a field agent anymore, but that didn’t mean I would ignore what was going on. I wasn’t in me to let this go, active agent or not. 

“My son is missing,” Walker repeated, his desperation clear.

“Okay.” I went for soothing. Not only because that’s how I was trained, but because that’s who I was. More than that, I didn’t like the distress on his face. It was warranted, sure, and completely understandable. But I wanted to make it better, and I wasn’t quite sure if that was just my personality or if there was something more. I was drawn to him in a way I wasn’t going to explore at the moment.

Instead, I motioned him closer. “Tell me what happened.”

Walker took a breath, then another, before he stepped closer. I wanted to reach out and touch, but I managed to keep my hands to myself. Oscar let out a trilling sound and hopped back up into my lap. The cat stretched, then headbutted my stomach. He was trying to tell me something, but I didn’t know what yet. I was focused on Walker.

“Archer went for a run, on two legs, and he didn’t come home. He’s never done that before. I immediately went looking. Called the pack. The trail goes cold and we can’t…I can’t….” He had to stop, fear and frustration rising.

“Okay,” I said again, still trying for calming. “How old is Archer?”

“Fifteen.”

I nodded. “And has he ever done something like this before?”

“No!” Walker was pissed now, loud, and his dark eyes blazed. “He’s not that kid. He always tells me where he’s going, when he’ll be back, and he never, never, disappears or doesn’t do what he says he’s going to do.”

“All right, I needed to ask—”

“I know parents say that all the time. But I’m telling you, this is not like my son. This is out of the norm. There is no way he would just not come home, or not let me know.”

“Hey.” I did touch him then, because he wasn’t listening, and I understood why, but I needed him to hear me. Walker snapped his gaze to mine, and it was full of anger and worry. But I held his gaze, so he’d know I was sincere. “I believe you. I’m not questioning that.”

Walker deflated, the anger seeping away to be replaced with out right fear. He was so scared, and I was petting his arm before I even realized it. It seemed to help, so I didn’t stop. Even when Oscar surprised us both by hopping from my lap to the table, and pushing his little face against Walker’s hand. 

Walker pulled away from me but started petting my cat. Oscar crept forward just enough so that he could get the loving exactly where he wanted it. Walker trained his gaze on the cat, focused on rubbing Oscar’s ears and coaxing the motorcycle purr out of him. Oscar wasn’t one to purr that loud, not usually, so I knew he was doing it on purpose. I was glad for it in that moment.

“You taking the case, Agent Willis?” Aeron’s voice was all snark, and maybe I was hearing things that weren’t there because my emotions were still so raw, but I fought to keep my expression passive.

“Get me up to speed. Tell me everything you’ve done so far,” I instructed instead of acknowledging his comment.

Marco spoke, giving a succinct briefing. “Walker headed out to the park where Archer usually runs. He followed his scent trail, but lost it. Which is when he called in the pack. Our best trackers are out there searching, widening the perimeter. Alpha is with them, but she sent us here to see if Gareth and Aeron could help.”

I nodded, taking out my phone. “Gareth? Is there something you can do?”

Gareth snapped to attention, reaching for Owen. “Yes. Aeron and I can set up a scrying. With us boosting each other, we can see if we can locate Archer.” He glanced at his brother, and Aeron lifted his cockatoo off his shoulder and nodded, determination crossing his expression. 

“Good. You guys do that, and keep me updated.”

“You’re going to help? You’ll find my son?” The hope in Walker’s tone made my stomach swoop. In that instance, I wanted to be the one to swoop in and save the day. To fix this for him and make his life whole again.

It pained me to have to say the next words. “I can’t take the case myself.” I didn’t elaborate, and I hated seeing the disappointment cross Walker’s expression. “But I’m going to make a call. Cash in a few favors. I promise, Walker, I’m going to do everything I can.”

He stared at me for a long moment before giving a single nod. Then he turned away from me, and walked straight into Marco’s arms. The big man squeezed the back of Walker’s neck and let him lean his weight. Marco had no problem holding him.

The jealousy was once again irrational, so I pushed it down. Shut that feeling in a box and refused to acknowledge it. I couldn’t help directly, but I knew just who to call to get Walker the help he needed.

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 2 for Lane! I have a feeling this one is definitely going to be on the longer side. Lane is a complex kind of guy and there is stuff and things going on in his life, more than him just meeting his person. Enjoy!**

Gareth offered food and before I had a chance to decline or accept, Owen hopped up and started pawing through the fridge. The scowl on Owen’s face was pretty impressive, and he was banging around, slamming ingredients on the counter as he pulled them out.

“I, uh.” I cleared my throat. “I don’t want to be a bother. You don’t have to—”

“I already told you. You aren’t a bother. And he’s not mad about the food. He’s…aggrieved on your behalf.” Gareth tucked his feet up under him and regarded me with a small smile.

“I’m fucking pissed!”

Owen’s shout startled Oscar, and my familiar scrambled off my shoulder to my lap. I barely noticed the sting of claws as they pierced my skin. I was used to it by now. My entire body had small scratches and nicks. It was part and parcel of being bonded to a cat.

From behind the counter, Owen took a deep breath and pressed his palms to the surface. After a moment or two, he seemed calmer.

“I’m sorry. And I’m sorry, Oscar. But I’m angry.” Another deep breath. “But it’s bullshit. All because you broke protocol for us? You did the right thing.”

“It wasn’t just you.” I let my lips quirk in a sardonic smirk. “Though that was a fairly large breech of said protocol. I should have never let help find your brother, let alone let you in that building.”

Owen snorted. “Like you could have stopped us.”

Gareth touched my hand, bringing my attention to him. His gaze held all the apologies his voice didn’t say. “We know you took a risk. We’re sorry it led to your termination.”

“I technically still have a job.” I blew out a frustrated and angry breath. Those emotions wouldn’t help me, and I was trying to let it go. “And I’m technically still an agent.”

Confusion creased Gareth’s brow. “But you said…”

“I’ve been ‘reassigned’ to archives.” I didn’t need to physically put the air quotes around the word. My tone said it all. “It’s a huge demotion. And it means no field work. None. But because of my training, they can’t take my title away. But it doesn’t mean the same thing. At all.”

And that’s what stung the most. It almost would have been easier if I had been fired. Because I’d worked hard to get to where I’d been. Lead field investigative agent. Fifteen years of blood and sweat, long hours and longer cases. And the leadership was trying to teach me a lesson like I was some naughty child. Punishing me by sending me down to the farthest recesses of the building to catalog old cases and do research for active agents.

Owen brought the sandwiches and chips to the table, then returned a moment later with tall glasses of iced tea. He touched Gareth’s face, earning him a smile from his mage, before he sat next to Gareth. He picked up his sandwich and shot me a look. 

“Like I said. Bullshit.”

He was not wrong.

I didn’t have much of an appetite, but it would be rude not to eat, so I picked at my sandwich, feeding some of the turkey to the cat on my lap before taking my own bite. Gareth radiated sympathy, and he fiddled with his own food before sucking in a breath.

“I feel terrible that this is a result of us. Perhaps if we spoke with—”

I cut him off with a sharp shake of my head. “It wasn’t. Or at least, not wholly. I’d already been on thin ice. But I close cases, so I got more leeway than the higher ups liked. Perhaps if I’d toed the line afterward, things wouldn’t have gotten to this point but, well, my next case needed more, uh, drastic action as well.”

My blood still boiled when I thought of my last interview. After a shifter had been found dead under unusual circumstances, the MBI had been called into investigate. Technically, Fiona had been lead on the case, instead of me, and she’d been hunting the killers while I’d been sent to do interviews with pack members who had escaped the rogue pack. The wolf shifter I’d spoken with had been one of the lucky ones, but the things he’d told me about his abuse at the hands of his former pack. Though he was doing well now, the scars ran deep. His information corroborated that there’d been others involved, ones we didn’t have in custody. But since we had the alpha and his most involved accomplices, no one had listened to my information. So I’d taken it upon myself, going against orders, to track down further evidence. When I’d gone to interview my suspect, things had gotten dicey, and I’d had to use extreme force to protect myself.

The asshole was still alive, even if he hadn’t woken up yet.

But it had been the last straw. I’d known it was a possibility even while I was doing it. My mother had told me as a child that my moral compass was strong. She’d said it like praise. Apparently the director and my chief didn’t feel the same way. 

Suddenly, Gareth sat up and his eyes glazed over. Owen’s attention went on high alert and he dropped his sandwich. It took me a second to figure out what was going on. I’d seen that look on Gareth’s face once before.

Gareth shook himself. “Aeron’s on his way over. He…something’s going on.”

I set down my uneaten sandwich as well. “I’ll go.” I pushed back from the table. I shouldn’t have come here anyway. Gareth and Owen were barely friends. But I’d felt a connection to them during our long interviews. It was why I’d broken the rules and warned them about Gareth’s mother. Why I’d allowed Gareth to track Aeron. Why I hadn’t stopped them magically from entering the building where Aeron was being held. It had been the right thing to do anyway, but I’d been more apt to do it because I’d known, deep in my soul, that these men were good people.

Gareth stayed me with another fleeting touch. “Stay. They’ll be here in a minute. And I feel as though it’s important.”

Not sixty seconds later, the front door flew open with a bang that caused me to jump, though Gareth and Owen seemed to expect it. Aeron strode into the room, followed by two wolves. He was as beautiful as ever, tall and lean, looking a little like a pirate with his shoulder length hair and the cockatoo on his shoulder. I’d met the one wolf before, the big and brawny Marco. He’d been Aeron’s guard, the one who’d been magically attacked by Bianca Evans. By how close he hovered to Aeron, it seemed clear he was still guarding the mage. 

“We have a problem.” Aeron’s voice was low, serious, and he stopped short when his gaze landed on me. He stared for a long moment, and then said, “Agent Willis.”

“Just Lane.” I cleared my throat. 

“What’s wrong?” Owen stood so quickly the chair wobbled, and he righted it with an apparently unconscious move as he stepped around Aeron. He reached, and then the other wolf, the one I hadn’t been able to see clearly behind the two taller men, emerged. 

My breath caught and my gaze was riveted to the lithe man. He was beauty and grace, dark hair and eyes, skin a lovely tan. My pulse picked up as my heart started to pound. He looked upset, and I had the desperate urge to soothe him. To pull him into my arms and hold him tightly, take away whatever was hurting him and make it pay.

“Walker?” Gareth stood, stepping closer, and when he held out a hand, Walker too it. I had an insane flash of jealousy at the touch before I was able to tamp it down. That made no sense.

Walker gulped, loud enough to be heard, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. “My son’s missing.”

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**We start a new serial today! Remember Agent Delaney Willis, the intrepid MBI agent? Here’s his story. Enjoy!**

The shone brightly in a cloudless sky, the light breeze ruffling my hair. Oscar was stretched out in my lap, upside down and belly exposed, snoring slightly as he dozed. He liked this kind of weather the best, and he’d investigated the lawn thoroughly before taking up residence in my lap. In deference to my suit pants, I’d settled at one of the plastic picnic tables instead of the grass, but I’d removed me shoes and socks. With my feet firmly planted on the ground, I could take the time to center myself and replenish my magic.

The past few weeks had taken their toll. The inquisition I’d just faced had made it worse. Now I was just waiting for the decision of the director and the board. As to whether or not what I had done was enough to warrant a reprimand, a mark in my file, a reassignment, or, worse, a dismissal.

I’d been an agent with the MBI for close to fifteen years. This wasn’t the first time I’d faced the internal tribunal. It was, perhaps, the worst though.

Oscar suddenly curled up and then stood, his paws points of sharp pressure on my thighs. I winced, but the cat didn’t care. He never did. And especially not when his green eyes were laser focused on something in the distance. It only took a minute before I saw what he did. My partner, Fiona Mathers, stalked toward me in that determined way she sometimes had.

We didn’t always get along, but we were compatible, and that made working together acceptable. She was far more strict and by-the-book than I was. We weren’t close, but we got the job done when we were working.

She sat next to me, leaving space between us, and she shot me a scathing look. “You fucked up.”

I shrugged one shoulder. I had, technically, done exactly that. But…”It was the right thing to do.”

Her frown got deeper. “It went against every protocol we have.”

I didn’t say anything to that. Fiona was exaggerating, but she wasn’t entirely wrong. I had broken protocol, I’d gone against regulations, and I knew exactly what I was doing when I did it. but I still maintained it was the right thing to do, and even though I valued my job and appreciated the rules, I was always going to follow my moral compass over the rules and regulations of the organization.

“I’m being assigned a new partner.” Fiona’s words dropped like a bomb. “I don’t know yet what they’re going to do with you, but since I’m being reassigned, it’s probably not good.”

It was uncharacteristically kind of her to give me a heads up, because it technically wasn’t allowed. All info should have come directly to me from the higher-ups. Not that I was surprised. I’d gone off book hard in the last case, and the two before it. I had a feeling my termination was in the works.

Oscar headbutted me and I absently scratched his ears. The bond between us thrummed with comfort. I’d called him as my familiar at twenty years old, and we’d been together ever since. Going on almost twenty years. Once again, I was thankful that familiars, once bonded, didn’t die of natural causes. I couldn’t imagine my life without this cat.

My mind wandered to Owen, the shifter familiar I’d met on a case several months ago. As much as I loved and needed Oscar, what would it be like to have a familiar who had a human shape? Who could wrap their arms around me and offer even more comfort?

Oscar nipped at my hand, and I resumed petting, sending an apologetic thought through our bond. I wouldn’t trade him for anything, and I made sure he knew it. Placated, Oscar crawled up onto my shoulder and settled himself around my neck. His version of a hug.

“Been good working with you, Willis.” Fiona bumped my shoulder with a fist, and then without another word, go up and walked away.

I sighed heavily and put my shoes and socks back on. Time to face the music. I was sure I would get a summons soon and then I’d have to face my fate.

***

I wasn’t sure why I was here, but I felt compelled to show up. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. Muffled voices filtered through before Owen pulled the door open. His expression was part skeptical, part welcoming, and all him. I’d stopped in a few times in the past couple of months, just to check in with them and follow up on the Evans’ case. We’d gotten friendly, and that was part of the reason I was in my current predicament.

“Agent Willis.” At least his tone was warmer than it had been in the past. “Please tell me you’re not here on official business.”

I shook my head, a sad smile gracing my mouth for a moment. But I couldn’t hold it. “Not an agent anymore.”

Owen was silent for a long moment. “Gareth, babe, put on the coffee.” He stepped back. “Come in.”

“Thanks.” I stepped in, slipped of my shoes, and set Oscar down. He immediately rubbed against Owen’s ankles, familiar greeting familiar, before he resumed his place at my feet.

“Lane.” Gareth had a smile for me, but the concern was evident in his eyes. “What happened?”

I sighed. “It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got time.” Owen touched my back, guiding me toward the kitchen. Gareth had rushed ahead and when I stepped into the room, he was already bustling about, pouring boiling water into a French press. I sat, leaving enough room for Oscar to jump up into my lap.

Barely two minutes later, both other men were joining me at the table, mugs, cream, and sugar gracing the scrubbed wooden surface. No one spoke for a moment. Gareth and Owen were clearly waiting for me to start talking.

“I’m sorry for intruding.” My tone was heavy.

“You aren’t,” Gareth was quick to reassure. He smiled again, then focused on making the coffee. I watched him, trying to figure out where to start my story.

As if reading my mind, Owen quirked an eyebrow and said, “The beginning is usually a good place.”

The droll tone coaxed a half smile out of me. I blew out a breath. “Yes, well. I suppose that starts with you two.”

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**Here it is! Episode 9 and the conclusion for Rowan and Luca. It’s been a ride, and went places I didn’t expect, but now they’re settled. Or at least getting there! We’ll start a new one soon, but in the meantime, enjoy!**

I closed the door behind Agent Willis and let out a sigh, leaning against the cool wood for a moment. It didn’t take a whole second before Luca was behind me, gathering me into his arms and holding me tightly. I turned in his arms and rested my head in the crook of his neck. It was as though the spot had been made for me since my forehead fit there perfectly.

Luca rubbed my back but didn’t say a word, just held me and let me breathe. It was what I needed. The interview had lasted hours, Agent Willis had done his best to be kind and gentle with his questions. His partner hadn’t shown up with him, and I’d let him record everything. Before he turned on the device, he implied his partner wasn’t as compassionate as he was. Or maybe empathetic was a better word. Either way, I appreciated that he took care to ask me what he needed to but had been kind about it.

“You okay?” Luca’s voice rumbled through his chest, and it comforted me even more. I snuggled in closer, though it wasn’t really possible, and then squeaked when he picked me up. It startled a laugh out of me and I clung on while he walked the few yards to the couch and sat, settling me half across his lap. 

“Eh. I don’t know.” I took a few moments to really take stock of my emotions, then pursed my lips. “Is it weird that I feel kind of, I dunno, relieved?”

“No.” The firmness in his tone made me smile. “It’s not weird at all. You’ve been in fight or flight for most of your life. It has to be a relief to know your abusers can no longer hurt you. Or anyone else, for that matter.”

I squinted one eye at him. “You’ve been talking to Tenley, haven’t you?”

He shrugged one shoulder, not the least bit ashamed. Not that he should be. Our pack counselor was as wise as she was fair, and had a way being blunt without being harsh. Without her, I wouldn’t have made the progress I had.

“She’s going to not so gently insist I see her regularly again for a while.” I sighed, but I wasn’t upset. Right this moment, I was okay. But I was sure that wouldn’t last. I licked my lips. “I might, uh, have a little bit of a setback. So just, you know, you need to be—”

Luca stopped me with a quick kiss. “Sidestep, not setback. Healing isn’t a linear process. See her as much as you need to.”

I smiled then. He was so supportive, and I appreciated it so much. But then a thought struck, and I sat up straighter, grabbing his biceps.

“Luca, you have to…I mean…” I stopped and took a breath. “Yes, this brought up a lot for me. And it’s going to be rough for a bit.” I paused again, squinting as I thought. “Though probably not as bad as before, since I’ve come along way. But what I’m trying to say is that if you need some time for yourself, or a break or—”

“We aren’t breaking up!” It wasn’t a roar, exactly, and time was even that much would have made me flinched. But it was Luca, and I trusted him, so I didn’t.

“No, no,” I soothed. I loosened my hold and started petting. “That’s not what I mean. But your mental health is as important as mine, and even though I’m a little broken—”

“You aren’t broken!”

I continued like he hadn’t interrupted. “Doesn’t mean that I take priority. Remember? So if you need some time for yourself, I want you to take it, okay?”

He made some grumbling noises but didn’t say anything as he gathered me in close again. He stuck his nose against my neck, rubbing and scenting me. I just smiled and held on, let him do his thing, because I knew there was a comfort in that for him. When he was done, he adjusted our positions until he was lying down and I was lying on top of him.

For a few minutes, we just stayed like that, breathing in sync and listening to the ambient noises. Luca hand creeped in my hair and started rubbing my scalp. It was so soothing that I almost nodded off. I knew that was part of the stress of the day, the high emotions crashing down, but the rest was all him and the contentment I felt in his presence. A couple of months ago, I wouldn’t have expected that. Wouldn’t have believed it even. But the time spent with Luca had changed it all.

“Rowan?” his voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Hm?” I stretched a little, then snuggled into a more comfortable position.

“I love you,” he murmured, tone sure. “Just want you to know.”

“Mmm. That’s good.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” I kissed his collar bone. “Because I love you. And it would suck if it was just me.”

Too quick to track, Luca flipped us over, so I was on bottom, and he was crouched over me, staring into my eyes. I smiled and reached for him, putting my hands on his face just so I could touch him. When he bent to kiss me, it was sweet and loving, with just a hint of the passion he’d shown me before. I was ready to take it there, but he pulled back before I could. I wasn’t worried. I knew we’d get there soon enough.

Then he settled his body weight on me, and the deep pressure relaxed me even further. It was like my own personal weighted blanket, but with the exact right amount of pressure, and I sighed happily.

This was just the start of us, and it wasn’t always going to be easy. But I knew it would be good and exactly what we both needed.