As he thought of his pup grouping, Evan and the pack were having fun running through the wooded area and playing in the snow. It was great being able to get outside and just have fun. He found it thrilling, and he’d thought it might be his wolf side affecting his actions. But it wasn’t like it talked to him. It was just part of him. Like someone was Italian or Japanese. He didn’t care. He was in a happy place now.
The adults were bickering until the snow stopped falling, and a lot of them got busy clearing the roadway. It had taken longer than expected when the younger people had decided that they were going to ambush them with snowballs. One of his druid cousins had made the trees shiver and drop their snow on his Great-Grandfather, who’s not impressed and sent a few snowballs flying of his own in retaliation.
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Gregory had to divide and conquer. The pups and such needed people looking out for them, with everyone doing different things. So he sent some volunteers to look over them. His brother was one of those volunteers. He had to get more wood and things for the decorations to be freshened up with. The ladies inside would handle that, and he would leave his mate with the work inside of entertaining and guiding those efforts. Let Allan take the lead on the first shift of snow clearing, and when he and his crew came in, all snowy dragging equally snowy pups in. Gregory knew precisely what happened. The pups appeared bored, and they had started a snowball fight with the adults.Frederick looked like he’d fallen or tossed in the snow and thoroughly co
It’s Yuletide, and they strictly enforced the rule of hospitality during this season. In Northern Ontario, it’s the only humane thing to do. It’s not truly the rule of law. But a moral tradition. They will give anyone who comes to your door space to sleep and a meal for the night. Until it’s safe for them to travel on. It doesn’t have to be fancy or even a bed: just a warm, dry place and simple food to eat. In a land where one could freeze to death within fifteen minutes of going outside, it’s needed even if they’re dressed for the season. It was a tradition from the old country. Now Gregory had to find this car off in a ditch and then deal with twenty-five to thirty more people to house and feed. Richard/Max… He had to get his name straight in his head before talking to these people.
Aricka had received several texts from Allan and Jeff. The rogues were actually young adults lost in the war’s chaos. There were two injured and nearly thirty of them. The pups, as Edith firmly insisted on calling them, needed space to get clean. They were hungry and came with the clothes on their backs. Many were female, and they didn’t have any form of real leadership. They were there looking for guidance and a chance at survival without going rogue. Even their Druid family members chipped in to help. The sadness was physical when their story’s relayed to all. It was a physical example that hit the council members present in the face. This minor war had lasting effects throughout the Supernatural World. Others were not in the war but were suffering the lasting effects of loss because of the Lich’s victims’ deaths and those who had died in battle.&
When Max finally got back to the major crowd, and that’s what it had become as curious pack members came in to offer their help. While getting the scoop on what happened at the front gate.He was no longer used to this many people, and it was wearing on him, with the pain dull throbbing in time to his slowly fraying nerves.Max couldn’t leave these pups, but he was also itching to speak to each one of them. Just so, he knew how to integrate them into his pack. He’d have to do that when he got home from here and then keep a very close eye on everyone.What he found was a memory of the past ringing with a lilting voice of his mother as she read a new poem, she had found but fit so well into their lives. It was as if they had made it for this moment.Max had missed most of the opening refrains of the poem. But it was as if it spoke to him, and his mother claimed the ti
The morning started early, with grey skies and a hell of a lot of noise. Last-minute boxes of food and supplies were being transferred to trucks to compensate for the sudden doubling of Max’s pack size. His mother had stopped him and informed him she had taken the young pups’ names. In the New Year, she would add them to the NARC registry of his pack. So it was official. He had a pack, and it was happening at least on paper. A quick text message to Jenna, and he was rounding up every damn person coming with him. They weren’t all outside after breakfast because one of the younger ones was hiding somewhere and it was like an Easter Egg hunt for her. If he thought life would
Gregory Wolvensen was trotting through the blue grey fog slipping from lamp post to lamp post watching the shadows for anything that out of the ordinary. The rogues had been active lately and not covering their tracks very well so between trying to figure out what they were up to and covering up their messes Gregory and his pack were exhausted. His white wolf barely made a sound as he approached the shoreline of Lake Ontario. Here in the dream realm it was silent...he could easily follow his nose without fear of being jumped. Stepping on the cool, sand and hearing the water lap quietly at the shore line he followed the scent of an unknown wolf to a grouping of large rocks. Gol
One hour to get Evan to school and then Aricka had to get to the library for her morning shift. She checked again to make sure the cereal and milk was on the table. The she grabbed a small t-shirt and jeans from the laundry basket and knocked on Evan's bedroom door. "Honey, time to get up for school. Come on Mom's going to be late." "Morning Mom." "Here's some clot
Aricka climbed into bed after making sure she’d latched all the windows in her apartment, though she knew that the locks were really useless. She’d lost track of how many times she’d had to jimmy one window or another open to get in when she’d forgotten her keys. The door had two locks and a chain but none of them were truly secured to the door frame properly so if someone was truly determined to get in then they would be in. She just told herself that she had nothing valuable in the apartment and everyone in the building knew it.Drifting off to sleep she dreamt of wolves at her windows trying to get in. There were three out there in the dark. One was small, tan with dark tufts on the top of his oversized ears and whined to be let in. He was irresistible so much like her own son that the next thing she knew she wa