They were in the pack’s dining hall again, eating lunch with Jaxon and Rachel at the raised table.Today, the room felt unusually packed with people. Cal didn’t appear uncomfortable or unhappy about this. In fact, he appeared quite pleased with the turnout as he surveyed the room like he was surveying his domain. As they ate lunch, they placed several stacks of documents on their table before them. Tara didn’t think anything of them, assuming they were for Cal to look over, and deal with. She became confused as he plowed through one stack, but ignored the other one that sat between them.Tara went through her entire meal before she dared ask Cal about the stack of documents between them. “Cal, aren’t you going to look at these? Or is there something wrong with them?” “Tara, those aren’t mine to deal with. Those are yours, like Luna. It’s your business to deal with. You know this is a working meal, and the time when they can meet informally with us about the
Rachel got through her early afternoon routine and then went to see what Tara needed. She worried she’d come in and find the girl lost in petitions and random documents with several unhappy wolves looking for blood. But they greeted her with a quiet corridor and the Luna’s office was no longer in a state of confusion. “You wanted to see me, Tara? How can I help?” “How accurate are these lists? How do I know if they are up to date? Do you have any idea? I don’t want to tell someone there’s something in storage when there’s not.” Rachel’s eyebrow rose. There hadn’t been a Luna since before Cal took over. “I’m afraid I don’t know. I can’t tell you that. You may need to delegate something like that to several people and have them compare what’s there with what you have.” “I was afraid of that. Okay, there’s another thing I need. Several teams to look into these lists and ensure that they are up to date. At least, I know that right now.”
Tara could hear people talking and passing through the corridor outside her office door all the time. It was, after all, one of four main corridors that led to the kitchens. At least her office smelled good with cooking food. Right now, it smelled of the yeast from baking bread and what must be roasting chickens. Unlike human institutions like this, packs prided themselves on quality and availability. Food was one of the driving forces of a pack, as were other simple things like water and these days electricity, and the internet. Cellphones were a must. Tara didn’t know how she avoided using hers for so long. She still struggled to remember all of its uses and how to get it to do what she wanted, but it was coming slowly. What to do next? Find out what the mom-to-be needs exactly and have a list ready for them when they get here. How could she forget that? Also, she needed to know about spaces available for a new pack, because where would they put the Lycan
Tara hadn’t thought of it that way. Gad, she needed to learn to see things from different angles and not just her own little narrow perspective. “Okay, again thank you.” A knock on the door interrupted her, and she looked up to see several faces peaking in. She waved them in. “I’m sorry your might not have meetings, but it looks like I have one at my door right now. So I’m afraid I have to let you go.” “You go take care of that, and don’t forget to text me your email address so I can get that information out to you. I’ll also make sure that your pack is on the list.” “Make sure that Cal is comfortable with that. I don’t want you to do that if he doesn’t want them to join.” “I will. Until later, dear. Oh, and call Aricka. She’ll want to fill you in on how we communicate with each other regularly. Get you all set up with that too.” “I will thank you.” The she-wolves filed in. There were three all together, and they looked about a little self-
It took Tara the better part of the day to get things going in a way that she felt like she was an absolute failure. Rachel got on board when it became clear to her that the Den Mother position was expanding and the club was far too much to handle, along with her pack responsibilities. The idea that there’d be Lycan added to the mix, along with Tara’s need for help, Rachel couldn’t be in all the places at once. In the end, Tara gave her instructions to review her responsibilities, and divide up what Rachel could accept someone else doing from what she felt she needed to maintain herself. When she had that done and Rachel was on her way to do her job, she found all sorts of little things to do that helped make the list look a little more manageable. Cal came in search of her a few hours later with a grave look on his face. “You spoke to the ambassador about Lycan joining the pack?” “I told her I wasn’t averse to it, but you had final say as to yeah o
Healer Daniels finally arrived, and they summoned Eddie to Tara’s office. “First time I’ve been here. Hey, you have your own space. Oh, and you’ve got less jewellery.” Eddie pointed a finger at his neck when he referred to Tara’s missing collar. “Uh… Yeah, happened when I was no longer in danger of being harmed if I left the club. But that’s not why we asked you to meet us here. Come sit down and we’ll explain what’s come up.” Tara, pointed to one of the visitor chairs. Healer Daniels stood over to the side with his bag open on a table, fiddling with things. He added nothing to this part of the conversation. “Okay… You have me worried. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. So, is this bad news? We don’t have more problems with the old pack, do we? I’m not wanted on any charges, or have they declared me a rogue?” “No, nothing like that. Well, maybe a little in reference to the old pack. But it won’t kill us. We don’t need to worry about th
Eddie was his usual cringing self when came to getting the swab done. Cal rolled his eyes several times while they watched the process. All he could wonder was how badly Eddie would respond to receiving an injury or the process of seeking care for that injury. Tara, though meek, was far better taking the bumps and bruises of training and she’d out stripped Eddie with her fighting skills weeks after they started training. There was no way in his mind that these two were related. Nothing lined up. Healer Daniels could finally get the test from Eddie, and Tara didn’t take nearly as long. But Tara was the one Cal worried about the most. Eddie was a survivor, even if he depended on Tara like she was a crutch for him. Tara, on the other hand, was flip flopping, being okay and looking forward to a possible family who wanted and appreciated her. Then she’d feel guilty at the thought of Eddie being alone in life. Tara worried he’d feel like everyone abandone
Cal now sat in the main room of the club. It was still too early for guests to show up, so he was listening to various pack members’ issues. Basically, he was holding an impromptu court session. Tara was sitting beside him, and as usual, she wasn’t saying anything. In fact, she sat beside him, shifting uncomfortably. He needed to find a way to make her feel comfortable and accepted. Cal just wasn’t sure how he would do that just yet. “You will need to find a common ground with the Kline family, Joseph. We are all pack and I can’t have there be fighting within my pack. Didn’t we have enough fighting just days ago? Please have a good long look at the situation from all sides of the situation. If you can’t do that, then I will have to rule on the situation and you might not like the ruling I give.” “Yes Alpha. I hear you.” Cal explained the situation to Joseph who stood before him. Victor Kline had written a request for the same thing just hours before