Rori's POV
Arrowhead Pack Alpha's Home
Three Tequila was exhausted from the events of the day, so after handing Cheryl back to the nanny she was ready for bed. I led her to a guest room, getting her into bed where she was out as soon as her head hit the pillow.
I was headed back to my empty bedroom when Coral came out of the room she and Keith were using and pulled me back in with her. "You have to see this," she said.
"SONS OF TEZCATLIPOCA KILLED IN DRUG BUST," the wording across the bottom said. I watched as the cameras focused on a pretty blonde reporter, a warehouse surrounded by law enforcement in the background. "Sources confirm that a major drug pipeline to the West Coast has been shut down, and large quantities of cocaine and other drugs seized. FBI sources stated that the Sons of Tezcatlipoca members inside the warehouse refused to surrender or follow commands, and only eight members of the violent biker gang are now under arrest. Thirteen of the Sons were killed in the raid, which was conducted by members of the FBI's elite Hostage Rescue Team. It's another shocking development in a story that began with the revenge murder of a former DEA undercover agent and his family in Florida."
"This is good news, right," Coral asked.
"I'm sure Chase had something to do with it," I said with a smile. "I know he was going to get Spider Monkey involved, but I thought it would take a lot longer before we got any results."
"Spider is fantastic; I love that girl."
"She's got a wild streak in her. She knows what she wants, and she goes and gets it."
"Yeah, mostly big tall guys who can fuck her stupid," Coral said with a laugh. "She loved it up here, said it was a 'target-rich environment' with all the single werewolves and the visiting bikers. Living in Silicon Valley, she has a tough time finding her kind of man." The kind of man she liked, tall and muscled and unapologetically masculine, was common among the single warriors. They were welcome to have fun with the humans, provided they followed the rules and treated them well. Our Pack had a lot of single females, and despite their backgrounds, some of them enjoyed dalliances with humans as well. Werewolves were a lusty bunch.
"Well, the faster they get this done, the faster my mate returns. I'm wiped out. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sure thing." I left her in her room and went to my own, quickly showering and hitting the pillows, asleep seconds later.
"
Alpha, the twins want their breakfast,"
their nanny sent to me. It was six in the morning; I'd gotten a good five and a half hours of sleep. That counted as good times for a Mom of infant twins.
"Coming."
I pulled on my robe and went down the hall to where my twins were crying for me. At five and a half months, they were still breastfeeding, supplemented by the formula. My breasts were full, and as soon as I had myself seated and the robe pulled aside, they latched on. "How was their night," I asked.
"Quiet," she said.
"Good." The two were draining me quickly; I was looking forward to starting them on solid food soon. I handed them back, checking in with security to make sure the night was quiet too. Everything was good, but we would need a Pack meeting today to discuss the situation. The three Werepanthers who had attacked us now rested in a small cave, the entrance collapsed to seal it. It was deep on our property, and their bodies would never be found. It had taken two days to dry the tunnels out and fix the water damage from doors that leaked by, but it was worth it. The dump valve off the bottom of the swimming pool had killed them without a single Pack member being hurt.
The raid on the Sons and their drug pipeline would stir things up even more, especially if it got out that we were involved. The Sons were bound to show up, both for Harleigh and for revenge. We had to be ready.
"Canvas?" I looked up in surprise as Three Tequila stood at the doorway. I'd been so caught up in thoughts for the morning that I didn't sense her approach. It was a lapse I couldn't afford.
"Morning Tee," I said with a smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Better," she said. "I feel better knowing that she's safe. Now that you know, you can keep her safe, right?"
"We will, you can count on us. She's your family, so she's important to us too." I got up, my stomach growling. "Why don't I get dressed then go get some breakfast."
"I'm not dressed for this weather. The radio said it's minus five outside," she said nervously. I went into my closet, pulling on jeans, a flannel shirt, and motorcycle boots. I threaded a holster on my wide leather belt, tucking a Glock 19 in the holster behind my right hip. "I told you that the cat shifters attacked, you may as well see how we killed them and how I keep my Pack safe."
Leading her down the stairs to the media room, I started to explain our system. "When the homes were built, I wanted to make sure we could get around without going outside, and we could move around safely if attacked. We put in a tunnel system that connects into the basements of all the homes. In the big Pack House, we built a huge safe room in the basement that can hold us all for thirty days."
"That's pretty extreme," she said.
"It worked. When our cameras picked them up running across the lake, it gave us enough time to raise the warning. We got everyone into the safe room before they reached my house. If you're told to go to the safe room, you go this way." We reached the door, and I opened it. The carpet in the media room was stained, and the tunnels smelled damp, but they were dry.
"This is amazing," she said as we walked up the gentle slope to the next door.
"It's a great storm shelter, too. The doors are normally unlocked and closed."
"Isn't that a risk?"
I pointed at a camera. "We've got complete video surveillance of the tunnels, and the doors are alarmed, so our security control center knows who is in it and where. They can electronically lock each of the doors. The whole tunnel goes almost half a mile along the lakeshore; as we build more cabins, we'll extend it further." I opened the door to the basement of the Pack House, and the noise from the dining room got louder as we climbed the stairs. The three wings of the dining hall were only used when we had a lot of guests, so this morning, only the wing closest to the kitchen was open.
"Good morning, Alpha, Tee," one of the Omegas said. "Your favorite this morning."
