Pack Warrior Greg Barks' POV
Arrowhead Alpha Home
I woke to the banging on my door. "GREG! Meet me in Heather's room in ten minutes." I recognized my boss's voice.
"Yes, Beta Coral." I looked at the clock; it was just after midnight. I'd gotten maybe an hour of sleep, and I had a feeling I wouldn't get much more. I quickly dressed and was out the door in eight minutes.
Betas Coral, Keith, and Teri were waiting for me in Heather's room. She looked at me, confused as to why everyone looked like they did. "What's going on? Is it the Club?"
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Everyone remember not to reveal our nature to her,"
Coral reminded us. "In a way. There have been some developments down in Florida you need to know about, Heather." She filled both of us in on what had happened; the eleven Sons of Tezcatlipoca who were found dead in Mongo's garage and his arrest.
"Oh my God, Three Tequila must be beside herself," she said as it all hit her. "She's all alone now."
"She's never alone, the Ladies will close ranks and help her out," Coral said. "You know that."
She nodded. "I should be there for her."
"You're in more danger than ever, Heather. We thought we got you out of there without a trace, but Rori called me tonight. They think enough clues were left behind that the Sons might come here looking for you."
I stiffened, any threat to the Pack had to be acted on decisively. "When?"
"We don't know. The Sons might have eyes on us already; they might be here in a few days; they might never figure it out. What they are sure of is that we cannot have you here if they come looking. We don't think the Sons will risk attacking us unless they know you are here since there are so many places you could be," she said.
"The police think the Sons have you, and we wanted the Sons to think the Feds have you. The Task Force announced that you are presumed dead, and they are searching for your body at a lake near Ocala. The Sons know better, they'll think the Feds are lying to throw them off. What we found out last night is that the Sons may have figured out Chase and Rori had something to do with your disappearance. We need to get you out of here quickly, and keep you away until it is safe to return."
"Where am I going," she asked. "I'm not very mobile right now."
Coral sat on the bed with her. "We had a few ideas, but the best one was the most radical. Moving you to other chapters, or with people you know, won't work for long. The Cartels and the Sons WILL find you eventually; they have too much money and resourcefulness not to." She looked over at me. "That is why we decided that simple is best. Mrs. Heather Barks will be on an extended honeymoon with her husband, Greg."
My jaw dropped, about the same time hers did. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"You have a new identity that should be good, but by traveling with Greg, it gives you protection and another layer against leaving a trail. He's still a Canadian citizen, no one knows he is here, and he's close enough in age you make a believable couple. By pretending to be a married couple, you don't need to provide identification, and you won't raise any eyebrows."
I thought about it; it made sense. One werewolf could keep Heather hidden, and a couple would be able to travel without raising any flags. "Where will we go?"
"Don't fly, and only cross the border into Canada if you think you need to," Coral told us. "We want to minimize your paper trail. I just want to make sure that you two are going to be all right with this plan."
"I'll do whatever is needed to keep Heather safe," I said. "You can count on me."
Heather didn't look as confident. "This is what Chase and Rori think is best?"
"Yes, she told me an hour ago."
That settled her. "I know how much they risked to get me out of there. If they need me to do this, I'll do it."
"Thank you, Heather. Trust us to keep you safe, and we will." She looked over at me. "Teri is going to help her pack, you leave in an hour," Coral said.
"I don't have anything," Heather said.
"I went shopping for you yesterday," Teri said. "Chase let me know your sizes and preferences after he cleared your clothes out of your house. I couldn't pull off the Florida look on the North Shore in December, but I think you'll like your outfits."
I followed Beta Coral out of the room as Teri went to get the suitcase and clothes for her. She led me to her office, where she opened a safe. "Stay well clear of other Packs and Steel Brotherhood clubhouses, and the entirety of the American Southwest. We want you to limit your trail and your chances of detection. Avoid big cities, and keep her out of sight if you're going through them; they have too many cameras, and cameras can have facial recognition. The same thing applies to casinos; even the smaller ones are using the technology. Don't get pulled over or attract attention, and travel at night if you can."
"I'll stick to smaller resorts and hotels then."
"Exactly." She opened up a safe behind her desk and pulled out a small stack of cash. "This is mostly 20's because hundreds attract attention. Use cash as much as possible." I looked at it before putting it in my pocket; it was close to ten thousand dollars. "Where you need credit cards, like gas stations, use these. They are reloadable debit cards, completely untraceable; each contains about ten thousand dollars. Hotels will still insist on photo identification and a credit card, so use your credit cards for that. Transfer money from one of the debit cards if you need to pay the bill."
I looked at the cards and put them in my hoodie pocket with the cash. My old Alpha wanted a receipt for coffee and a McMuffin at McDonald's to get reimbursed, but Coral was handing me a small fortune up front. "This is a lot of money."
"I don't know how long you'll be out. I'm not expecting you to stay at the Ritz-Carlton every night, but rooms and room service aren't cheap. I also expect that you will take advantage of this time to train her in self-defense, defensive driving, losing tails, and surveillance. She needs to keep busy."
"I understand." One thing about this plan made me nervous. "What if I get into trouble, or you need to reach me?"
"Heather doesn't know we are werewolves, and we need to keep it that way. I will work out a rotation where a pair of warriors or Betas from this Pack stays near enough to lend assistance you get in trouble while staying far enough away that you won't ever see them. Charlie and Bonnie will be leaving after you do; every time you change locations, we'll change teams out. Look at the bright side, a lot of people get vacations out of this. Keith owes me a trip, so pick somewhere good."