Cal’s Realization

Cal finally could settle into one vehicle that came with him, and he had the brain cells still to remember to pull out his phone finally.

He’d finished changing out of his messed up gear and into a set of spare clothing the go bags always carried. They often kept several go bags in the trunks of their vehicles just in case a wolf did exactly what he stupidly did. Shifted without removing his clothes.

At least, at this time of year, they didn’t need several layers of clothing to survive in their flesh. Nothing like shifting in a down filled parka. The song line may have been ‘It’s Raining Men.’ But there’s something about watching it rain down feathers at the beginning of a particularly bloody battle.

Cal scrolled through his texts, and voice mails he’d deal with emails later. The complaints about the violence at his club and there was no warning about it from patrons were leading the way. But what caught his notice, though, were the three concerned messages from diff