Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**I’m calling this episode 13, because last one was 12, but I think at some point I messed up the numbering. It’s not that important, I don’t think. But at some point I’ll probably go back and fix things. 😊. At any rate, here’s the next episode of Lane and Walker! At little break from most of the drama, though the drama isn’t done yet. We are creeping up on the end, only a few more episodes left. But for now, enjoy!**

I was standing at the stove, frying ham, sausage, bacon, and eggs, when the barest hint of sound behind me had me turning. Archer slunk into the kitchen, his hair in disarray, looking better than he had yesterday. I was glad to see it.

I offered him a smile. “Hey, morning. How are you feeling?’

“Okay,” he muttered, and then inhaled deeply. I hid my face as my smile turned to a smirk, turning my attention back to the cooktop.

“You scenting me or the breakfast?”

I didn’t miss his snort, though I didn’t know him well enough yet to interpret it. “Both.”

“Fair.” I watched out of the corner of my eye as he shuffled to the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. He twisted off the top and drank straight from the bottle. When I quirked a brow and gave him full attention, he held my gaze, defiance in his eyes.

Archer swallowed loudly, then make a satisfied “ah” sound when he was done. “This one’s mine. Dad doesn’t drink it.”

“Okay.” I flipped the bacon, then stirred the scrambled eggs before shutting off the heat underneath them and pulling them off the stove. I’d already looked through the cupboards, pulling out plates and flatware, and I had serving dishes sitting ready on the counter.

“Did you sleep with my dad last night?”

It was a good thing I was used to schooling my expressions and reactions from years of needing to show witnesses and suspects alike a neutral façade. But internally, my stomach dropped. I finished spooning the eggs into the bowl before I set the pan in the sink, needing to take those few seconds to get my thoughts in order.

Archer’s question hadn’t been filled with judgement or disgust. More curiosity than anything else. He was fifteen after all, and I understood a little bit where he was coming from. All he had was his dad. The pack too, of course, but his mother had left when he was barely a toddler—Walker and I’d had that conversation last night, how she had left to pursue her dreams—and Walker had been the only constant in his life. He was also old enough to understand the dynamics of relationships. So I had to think how to answer.

I turned and the leaned my hip against the edge of the counter and decided he should have the truth. “I slept on the couch last night. But that’s for now. Your dad and I are figuring things out.”

Oscar chose that moment to wander into the kitchen. The last I’d seen him, he’d been napping in a sunbeam on the windowsill in the living room. He caught both my and Archer’s attention as he sauntered over, stood on his hind legs to sink his claws into my knee, and stretch. He yowled.

“Yes, I’ll get your breakfast in a minute. Have some patience.”

Oscar sneezed, turned his back on me, and wound his way through Archer’s ankles, rubbing his cheeks against Archer’s skin. Archer stared at him for a moment, then set the OJ on the counter.

“Can I pick him up?”

“It’s up to him, but I’m thinking yes.”

Archer bent and Oscar started purring the moment the kid had his hands on him. He snuggled right in against Archer’s chest, and didn’t hesitate to give me the squinty eye. I scoffed and turned back to the stove so the various meats didn’t burn. I flipped the ones that needed it, and pulled the sausage off as it was done.

“Are you mates?” Archer took a quick breath. “Because my dad is equal opportunity, and he’s dated, but I’ve never seen him act like he does with you.”

Way to cut to the chase, kid.

I was saved from answering when Walker strode into the kitchen, freshly showered and looking like a snack. I hummed appreciatively as he beelined right for me. He didn’t hesitate to snuggle against my side, and when I tilted my head to give him a smile, he pushed up on his toes and kissed my cheek. 

Having greeted me, Walker turned to his son. “Yeah, Arch. Lane is my mate. I’m his. We’re figuring things out.”

Archer stared at his dad for a long moment before he nodded just once. “Lane said. I…I don’t know how I feel about that, Dad.”

Walker stepped back as I turned off burners, but not before he swiped his wrist against my neck. I shot him a wink and put the meat on a platter as Walker moved toward his son. He placed a hand on Archer’s shoulder.

“I love you, Archer,” Walker said, his voice even. “And I want you to be good with this. But I understand if it’s going to take time. Me casually dating is different than me building a life with someone. We’ll work through it. And if you need to talk about it with Anna along with everything else, I’m sure she’ll be happy to help.”

Archer let out a little whine that had Walker chuckling. “Dad, I maybe don’t—”

“No, kiddo. You’re talking to the counselor for however long she thinks is necessary. I know shifting helped. A lot. But trauma—”

It was Archer’s turn to interrupt his father. “Yeah, I know. Fine.” He sighed. “It’s not…I mean, I know Lane is a good guy. Lane, I know you’re a good guy, it’s not that.”

“I know.” I smiled, letting him know I understood where he was coming from. “Take your juice to the table, all right? Breakfast is served.”

“Thanks for cooking, Lane.” Walker nudged his son toward the table, and then gave me another kiss to the cheek before he took the platter out of my hands and followed Archer. I grabbed the eggs and sent them down, then laid a hand on the back of Walker’s neck. “I need to run out to the car and get Oscar’s emergency food. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Walker didn’t answer with words, just a nod, and Oscar let out a loud yowl that I took to mean “hurry up.” He’d settled on Archer’s lap when the teen sat down, and I laughed as I headed outside.

I always kept food and disposable litter trays in the trunk because we never knew when we might be stuck somewhere. I’d been ecstatic when I found boxes that contained litter and folded out to be its own tray. The convenience of it had made our lives easier. 

I took a few seconds to steady myself. This was going to be a big adjustment and would take a lot of communication and understanding on all our parts. And I had to remember that it wasn’t just me and Walker involved in this. Archer was too, though to a different degree. And his opinion wouldn’t stop us, but we needed to take his thoughts and feelings into consideration.

I braced my hands on the trunk and just breathed. I’d never dated a man with a child before, so that was a new experience for me. But Archer, fortunately, was old enough to at least try and explain his thoughts. That wouldn’t necessarily make it easier, but at least it would help us all through the process.

It hit me like a punch to the chest. I was all in. I’d been committed already, since Walker confessed we were mates. But feeling it down to my very soul? That was the surprise. I took a breath, steadied myself, grabbed Oscar’s things, and headed back into the house with a newfound purpose.

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**Episode 12 for Lane and Walker is here! Our poor confused Lane has some catching up to do in his brain. But as I promised Alex, he won’t hurt Walker. Enjoy!!**

My brain stuttered to a halt and then promptly blanked out. I’d heard what Walker said but it did not compute. Aeron had even mentioned it earlier, but I’d dismissed it. Now, having that confirmation, when I tried to think about it, it was as though my mind skittered away from the idea. I stared at Walker, blinking, unable to speak. Move.Think.

But then he made that hurt sound again, very much like an animal in pain, and it spurred me into action. I reached for him, pulled him to me, and tucked him under my chin. He didn’t exactly melt into me, but he didn’t pull away either.

“I need a second to process this,” I said quietly, going for soothing. When I rubbed Walker’s back, he settled a little more against me. But he didn’t yield completely. “I’m a mage, not a shifter. This is news to me. So I just need to wrap my brain around it. Just give me a moment, okay?”

Walker let out a breath that sounded more like a sigh. He didn’t acknowledge me with words, but he gave a very tiny head nod that bumped against my neck. After a minute or two, he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back.

I tried to sort it out in my head. Tried to make it make sense. But it wasn’t working. I just didn’t have the same context he did. My instincts weren’t as strong, as visceral, as his were. We’d only met that morning. Or really, yesterday morning as it was now after midnight. And the late hour combined with the roller coaster of a day was, perhaps, impairing my processing power.

“So.” I cleared my throat. “Mates?”

Walker pushed his face against the skin of my throat. His voice was muffled. “Yes.”

“How do you know?” I squeezed him tighter to make it clear I wasn’t dismissing him and I didn’t want him to pull away. “I mean, how do you experience that?”

Walker inhaled deeply, as though he was filling his lungs with my scent, and then let out his breath very slowly. He rubbed his cheek along the side of my throat and shoulder. “You smell like mine.”

I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, but then realized he probably couldn’t explain it any better than that. He’d always been a wolf, and scent was a huge part of his make-up. He didn’t have a human frame of reference, just as I didn’t have a wolf’s. To him, that made complete sense. And though I didn’t use my senses the same way he did, in theory, I understood where he was coming from. In the same way, he couldn’t understand why I didn’t have the same reaction as he did. Intellectually, we both understood we were different. But it was harder to conceptualize. 

Walker shifted against me, and I realized my silence was agitating him. That wasn’t my intent at all. I slid my hand up his back and into his hair, rubbing at his scalp. It soothed him enough that his muscles loosened. I used my hold to tip his head back so I could look into his rich brown eyes. Damn, he was pretty.

I offered a small smile. “When I first saw you, I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to help you, of course. And I chalked it up to my drive as an MBI agent, my need to see justice done. But it was more than that, even if I wouldn’t let myself entertain that thought.”

Walker’s gaze bounced back and forth as he tried to look into both my eyes at the same time. I could practically see the gears turning in his mind as he sorted that out. Trying to process my words and align it with what he experienced.

“You said…in the car, you said you were drawn to me.”

“I did. I am.” I cupped his cheek, unable to stop myself. Really, I didn’t even try. My thumb had a mind of its own, rubbing against his slight stubble. The way Walker’s eyes fluttered at the touch heated my blood. “But my logical, human brain tried to explain it away as just the need to help you. Because I would want to help anyone who was in your situation.”

Walker took a breath. “Do you still think that?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “No.”

“No?” Walker’s gaze bored into my, and I didn’t look away either. The hope there was plain as day.

“No. It doesn’t explain my need to comfort and soothe and support you. To want to be close to you.” I smiled but took a second to get my thoughts in order. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him in any way, but I also had to be honest. “But the truth is, I don’t know how to deal with all of this. I want you, don’t doubt that. But this is all confusing for me, and I really think we need to take things slowly and talk it out.”

To my relief, Walker nodded. “That makes sense. Do you want to know what I think?”

“I really do.”

“I think Fate put you in m path today, when I needed you most.” He spoke quietly, but with the kind of conviction that rang with complete sincerity. “You were always meant to be mine. We were always meant to be together. And when Archer was taken, Fate stepped in and brought us together.”

I didn’t believe in Fate the same way he did. I knew she had a hand in the universe, but it had never touched my life quite this way. The wolves, though, had a much stronger perception of Fate. That much I knew.

“I like that thought.” I hugged him too me again, and the breath he let out as he sagged against me, knowing I would hold him up, warmed my insides. I was about to elaborate, when I felt Oscar’s call. I’d left him sleeping in the car, but now he was awake and looking for me. 

I gently extricated myself from his arms but didn’t step away. His brow furrowed, and I had the urge to kiss his confusion away. We weren’t there yet. Though I knew that time wasn’t far off.

“Oscar is awake. Is it okay if I bring him in?”

Walker’s expression cleared in an instant. “Of course. He’s your familiar. He’s welcome here.”

“Thank you.” I gave into impulse and kissed his cheek, loving the smile that bloomed across his lips. “Be right back.”

I jogged to the door, then outside and to the car. Oscar was standing on the driver’s seat, and when I opened the car door, he immediately gave me an earful at having been left. He was right, of course. I should have scooped him up and brought him inside despite his slumber. But I’d been too focused on making sure Walker was all right.

I picked up the cat, and he batted at my nose in reprimand. I laughed, and gave his butt a nudge so he’d climb up onto my shoulders where he was used to perching. Once he was settled, I strode back to the house.

“You’re never going to believe the twist Fate has dealt us now, Oscar.”

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

**I must start again by first apologizing for the delay in story. Part of that is me finishing the sequel to The 12th Witch, which has a deadline. Part of that is the chicanery at the EDJ, which is just…I don’t even have words. But the sequel is done, except for a bit of polishing, and the job is what it is. So here we are, back with Lane and Walker, for episode 11. Enjoy!**

Archer was an adorable wolf. He was smaller than his father, and even in his wolf shape, and had the gangly, long-legged awkwardness expected of a teenager. Even after everyone else shifted back and got redress, Archer stayed as a wolf. And even though I wasn’t a shifter, it made sense to me, that he would want to. After the trauma he’d been through, it was easier to stay in animal form where he didn’t have to think as much. As a wolf, he was all instinct and base emotion. Plus the magic of the shift was healing, and though mental healing wasn’t as quick or complete as the physical, it still helped.

Which is why I had a snoring teenage wolf in my back seat.

“Thanks for taking us home.” Walker’s voice was soft, as though he didn’t want to wake his son.

“Yeah, of course.” I reached across the center console to grab his hand. I gave it a squeeze, and then stroked my thumb over the back of it. I wished I could keep hold of him, but the road was dark and curvy, so I needed both hands. I brought his hand to me and set it on my knee before taking hold of the wheel again. Walker’s soft sigh told me I made the right choice.

It was a relief to be in physical contact with him. It was a strange sensation for me. To need that connection. I’d always liked physical affection, and it had been a part of my past relationships that I really enjoyed. And I wanted that with Walker. But it was more than just want. It really felt like a need, and I didn’t quite know what to do with that.

“I’m going to be honest, Walker. I don’t know what this thing is between us.” I had to take a breath and get my thoughts in order, but as I did, Walker let out a tiny, hurt sound that had me jumping in. “But I know I’m drawn to you. I want to explore what it is. But there’s a lot we need to talk about too, okay?”

Walker didn’t respond, and when I glanced over, I couldn’t really make out his expression. It was too shadowed in the car. But there was a stillness emanating from him that settled uneasily in my gut. Internally, I squirmed, and needed to fix it.

“Walker—”

“Up on the right.” He lifted a hand and pointed. “The driveway is on the other side of that oak.”

I put on my blinker, though there were no other cars on the road, and as I made the turn, Walker pulled his hand away. I felt the loss keenly, and a whimper bubbled up in my throat, but I bit it back, not letting it escape. But my resolve hardened, and I was determined to sort this out. I couldn’t imagine leaving this between us.

I parked and turned off the engine. Walker was out of the car in a flash, but I was quick to follow. And I would keep following until he told me, explicitly and in no uncertain times, told me to leave.

Walker didn’t even bother trying to wake Archer, though he did stir a little as his father picked him up. Though Walker wasn’t as tall or muscular as some of the other wolves, he had no problem lifting the wolf. Archer let out a little grumble, but stayed sleeping. I jogged ahead to get the door.

“Keys are in my left pocket. Thanks.” The neutrality of Walker’s tone made my stomach drop. But I didn’t comment as I fished out the keys—in a very polite manner—and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, Walker brushed by me and headed for the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

I took a breath, holding it for a few seconds, before letting it out slowly. He was coming back, he hadn’t asked me to leave, and that was positive. I was restless, unsettled, and I didn’t know why. It was completely out of character for me. But then again, the whole day had been a roller coaster for me, so it made complete sense.

Except the second I rationalized it that way, my brain totally disregarded it. Yes, the day had been full of twists and turns, ups and downs, but that wasn’t why. It all had to do with Walker, and needing him near, and knowing he was unhappy.

Knowing it was my fault but not what I’d said.

Walker came back, his footfalls nearly silent, and just seeing him helped ease the tension in my gut. The only light was from the lamp beside the couch Walker must have left on, and it barely illuminated his face. The carefully blank expression he wore turned my stomach sour, and I took three steps toward him before catching myself.

“How is he?” I asked, voice low.

Walker’s lip quirked up at the corner. “He’s…okay. Sleep is good for him. He’ll probably shift in his sleep. He’s home, safe and sound, thanks to you.”

And there was another reminder of why this wasn’t the right time. Why I should just support him but not try for anything more. The thought made my stomach cramp. And Aeron’s words replayed in my mind again.

More than that, there was no reason we couldn’t figure this out between us but take things slowly while he and Archer healed.

“What did I say to upset you?” I took a few steps closer and so did he. We were in touching distance now, but he didn’t reach out and I was too anxious to.

“You said you don’t know what this is between us.” Walker kept his voice soft, but I could hear the edge of hurt in it. “I thought it was obvious.”

“Tell me. Please.”

Walker took a breath, then another. He stepped closer, making sure he held my gaze. And then said the word that made the bottom drop out of my world.

“Mates.”

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

Flash Fic Friday

 

**Okay, so the day job is….kicking my butt. So much is going on. But I hate to leave y’all hanging with this story, and Lane and Walker have been through some things. I’m still going to try to get an episode every week, as I have in the past, but just be aware that sometimes it might be missing (as it was last week and a few weeks ago). In the meantime, here’s episode 10. Enjoy!**

Gareth, Aeron, and I had perched on the hood of my car. Well, Gareth and I were sitting, and Aeron was leaning his hip against the fender next to his brother. Oscar had stretched out—upside down and belly in the air—across my lap and fallen asleep. Remy, Aeron’s cockatoo familiar—was hopping back and forth between Aeron and Gareth’s shoulders, preening them both, and making random kissy noises. The handful of other humans were sitting in cars or on the ground, some conversing quietly. It was peaceful and quiet. 

All the wolves had taken off about a half an hour before, running together through the woods. It wasn’t, apparently, to be a full run. More something just to help Archer settle. Gareth had explained when the wolves headed out that it wouldn’t be long. An hour or two at most. So we’d settled in to wait. 

Walker asked me to stay, and so I was. 

“So.” Aeron was attempting casual, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. When I turned my head, it was clear he was fighting to keep the expression off his face. I rolled my eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing much.” There was definite amusement in his voice. “Just something Marco said to me before he shifted. Thought you might find it interesting.”

I didn’t acknowledge that statement. Even though my curiosity burned, I wasn’t going to feed into his ego. I didn’t know him well, but what I’d seen of Aeron was clear he derived pleasure from being a little shit.

“You’re being a jerk,” Gareth grumbled at his brother, and took Remy off Aeron’s shoulder. The bird cuddled in under Gareth’s chin when Gareth brought him to his chest, trilling out a purring sound.

“You’re no fun,” Aeron retorted, but he leaned more heavily against Gareth’s shoulder. Gareth elbowed him, but Aeron didn’t move, just let out a soft oof sound.

I did like their byplay, their interactions. I was an only child, and I’d always been envious of siblings with good relationships. These two clearly had one. I had a feeling Aeron’s demeanor was amplified by the fact that Gareth was there. Like he couldn’t help himself from poking fun, since his brother was part of the conversation.

“If you’d like to share with the class…” I gave him a meaningful look.

Aeron let that roll of his back. He shrugged. “It’s just that Marco said that Walker acts like he thinks you’re his mate.”

I snorted, shaking my head and turning my attention back to the forest. “Yeah, right.”

That didn’t even make any sense. I mean, sure, he’d seemed comfortable with me. But that was clearly because he’d been in distress, worried for his son. I was there to help him in his time of need, and even more than that, I’d actively called in favors to find Archer. I didn’t regret it and I would do it again. But it was obvious the only reason he’d attached himself to me was because I’d helped in his darkest moment.

The silence emanating from the Evans’ brother was so heavy, I did the slow pan over to them. Only to find them both blinking back at me, utter disbelief on their faces. Remy squawked and made more kissy noises, before hopping back over to Aeron and biting his ear. Aeron barely reacted, but it made him blink and focus.

“You did have training about shifters and shifter culture right? I mean, you’ve been an agent for a long time. Like a really long time. You have to have learned and dealt with shifters before. I mean, even if you don’t live it, you have to know.”

I slid off the hood, turned to face Aeron, and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t say a word, just stared him down. I was close to twenty years older than him, but that didn’t excuse his attitude. He might have been trying for funny, or even playful, but it was just rude, and I wasn’t going to allow it.

He quickly straightened, and genuine remorse crossed his face. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I forgot that I’ve been immersed in this culture since Owen came to Gareth. And I couldn’t resist poking at you, but that was uncalled for and mean. I apologize.”

I nodded. “Accepted. Thank you.”

“Wow, you’re actually growing as a person.” Gareth knocked his shoulder against Aeron’s, and then turned to me. “But Marco has a point. Owen thinks the same. You really need to talk to Walker.”

I didn’t want to dismiss that out of hand, but I couldn’t, in good conscience, bring anything up when Walker’s focus needed to be on his son. Especially when I was still convinced that’s all that was between us. Walker was grateful I’d helped locate Archer. Full stop.

“Your magic led you here,” Aeron said. He stepped forward and the earnestness was clear. “You showed up on Gareth’s door and you were there at the right time. Don’t discount that. I’m serious.”

“Listen to him Lane. At least think about it. Because you came to see us when we were barely friends, and you fit right in. You needed—” Gareth cut off his words as he jerked his head up. “They’re headed back.”

I don’t know why I whipped around, gaze intent on the dark trees, but anticipation filled my chest. Not even two minutes later, wolves began to emerge. I caught sight of Owen, running full out to get to Gareth, but that only had my attention for a moment. Then all I could see was Walker, his son at his side, as he beelined straight for me.

He shifted from one step to the next, stumbling as he transitioned to two legs, but not stopping. Before I realized it, I had an armful of warm, naked male. Walker tucked his face in my neck and squeezed me so tightly I could barely breathe. I didn’t even care. Having him safe in my arms made something settle in me I hadn’t even really been aware of. Now that he was right here, I realized there’d been a jittery feeling in my chest. Now that was soothed.

I pulled him in closer. Walker let out a breath and just gave me his weight. I took it easily.

“You stayed.” Walker’s voice was muffled in my skin but the relief in his tone was clear.

I had the urge to kiss his temple, and I didn’t fight it, Gareth’s words in the back of my bread. I didn’t resist it, pressing my lips against him. He let out the tiniest whimper and pushed even closer, even though it was impossible.  I got the distinct impression he’d crawl inside me if he could.

“I need to…we need to…but my son…”

“Shh. It’s okay. Take care of Archer. I’m not going anywhere.”

The words were out of my mouth before I consciously thought them, but as soon as they were out of my mouth, I realized how much I meant them.

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

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.

Flash Fic Friday, Serial

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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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.

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.”