Mark
“You’re late.” I grunted, staring at the pages in front of me.
“Are you always so pleasant this early in the morning?” Janas sighed and sat in the chair opposite my desk. I grabbed my coffee and grunted again. “Patrol ran over,” he said. “We’re getting some of the new recruits up to snuff and they don’t always return on time.”
I nodded. Typical new bloods. “How are they doing?”
“Fine. It’s just not the same as running with the A-team.”
I winced. I wish he wouldn’t call it that. We needed to think of everybody on the Alpha Guard as the A-Team. I told him as much.
Janas sighed, ignoring me and risin
KiraFourteen miles? Not bad. And it wasn’t even 7am.Goddess, being sober sucked.I headed to the kitchen.“Good morning,” I said, perching on top of the bar stool.Dina smiled, caught in conversation with one of the other cooks. “Be right there, sweetie.”I wiggled uncomfortably on the seat. I was dripping in sweat; even getting out at 5 in the morning–on a cool morning, no less–wasn’t enough from stopping me from sweating like a pig. I even smelled like one. I lifted a cheek
KiraI turned my wrist, revving the engine beneath me. Irene didn’t like when I was late.Which was, reasonably… every other day. But that was really Mark’s fault, right?I felt the wind rustling through my hair. I should have worn my helmet. But the wind was drying my hair. I’d deal with the tangles later.I was about a mile away from the infirmary when, to my surprise, a motorcyclist pulled out in front of me.“What the–”I veered to the side, narrowly missing the curb and having to jump it.“WATCH IT!” I roared, fighting to straighten out. His hand flung up at the traffic light above, his
Deidre“Is she here yet?”The intercom buzzed. “No.”I sighed, willing my day to be over. I glanced at the clock. It was only 10:15 in the morning. “Let me know when she arrives.”“Of course, Luna.”I tried to return to my labs, but my brain wasn’t retaining anything. I reread the same sentence at least four times before I jabbed my finger into the intercom again. “How late is she?”“Approximately twenty minutes, ma’am.”When she did have the decency to show up for the appointment that she
Perrin “That’s hardly concrete evidence, Perrin.” My father looked at me sternly from across his desk, his arms folded across his broad chest. The sun was rising behind him, casting his large form in a ghostly silhouette. “But you have to agree! It totally could have been Nael!” “First of all, I’m not even going to comment on what the Luna Select was doing listening to another Alpha’s private messages,” he said firmly, his disapproval clear. “And second, anything that she would have heard is merely hear-say at this point and in no way admissible as evidence in any case.” I had to admit, he had a point. While Lo had shared the details of Nael’s phone message
Perrin“Hello Mar–”The backside of someone who very much wasn’t Marge stood up from behind the circulation desk.“I’m sorry–I’m looking for Marge?”An enormous box of stray papers and junk landed with a thud on the circulation desk. The brown-haired young man behind it slumped over the desk, leaning on his elbows. “I’m not sure why you want to find her, but she’s in the back.”I hadn’t seen him before. This must have been who my father was talking about. I extended my hand. “Thank you. I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m–”“Perrin, Alpha Select. Yes, I know. Pleasure to meet you.&rd
PerrinI skidded to a stop in front of the reception desk. Lorrie barely looked at me and waved me through, not even bothering to say hello, simply holding out a visitor's pass on the lanyard.“Thanks!” I said, huffing and sprinting down the hall. I was late.“Perrin! Please! Watch where you’re going!” Irene said, a flurry of papers exploding into the air as I bumped into her like feathers on a chicken.“I’m sorry! I’m running late!”“WALK!” She called, already dropping to her knees to gather the papers.“I’m sorry!” I said, turning as I ran backwards down the hall. “Don’t want to piss off you-know-who!&rdqu
PerrinAnd then she yelled at me like I haven’t been listening to her!” I said, phone pressed to my ear while I poked at the vending machine. I’m just so annoyed.”“I wasn’t there, Perrin. I don’t know what else she could mean,” Lo whispered. She was in the archive in Texas and was trying to keep her voice down.“But you agree with me, right? She’s doing this on purpose?”I took Lo’s silence on the other phone as indication she was thinking. Closing my eyes, I could practically see her mouth twitching to one side of her face, lost in thought.“I don’t think it’s as simple as that,” she finally said. “Jesamine is a healer. From what you told me fro
Perrin“What are you doing here?”Kira was crunching on an apple in the reception area. I had checked quickly on Jack and Gowan; Gowan was sleeping. Jack was being treated, so I had no luck. And Thomas had departed the day before, returning to his own pack now that his lung had healed.“I thought I’d see Jack,” she said, chewing around a large bite of her apple. Pieces fell out and juice dribbled over her chin.“Need a napkin?”She wiped her face with the back of her hand and took another bite. “How’d your appointment go with You-Know-Who?”“She has a name