My Dear Readers,
I know it's been a long time and the years have not been particularly good. Between losing my long time fiance and some illness it's been rough getting back into the groove of things. However, as you will see, I've gotten another Lyssa and Emmett story done and will parcel out over the next couple of weeks.
Thank you to those of you who continued to send feedback. There's nothing that a writer treasures more.
This story follows: What Next?
Enjoy, KemMyst
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They were celebrating. Nathan and the police department had been sued by the family of a young boy who had witnessed Nathan's shift to intermediate on their Day of Discovery. Shot during a traffic stop, his pain and rage had shredded his control.
Nathan was sued for scaring the boy and giving him nightmares, "emotional distress." The department was sued because they 'should have known.'
The department's case was dismissed based upon the fact that no one had recognized that werewolves existed. Though, of course, there were always rumors of unusual individuals. And fantasy books.
Nathan's case took a bit more research by his attorneys. They found that the boy, 8, loved horror stories. In interviewing his friends and some other family members they found that watching Nathan change had been the 'coolest thing, ever.'
While not completely exonerated, the settlement was very small, only a few thousand dollars, as the jury (all humans) thought the werewolves should pay... something.
The lawsuits were many. Unfortunately.
An auto accident blamed on an alleged werewolf sighting. Complaints about missing pets. Neighbors for emotional distress. Members of the police force for discriminatory treatment. The best was prostitute who claimed an allergic reaction at the station.
Thankfully, they had never joined athletic teams or entered competitions involving power or speed. Their insularity had, at least, provided them with some little level of protection.
Then, again, there was the precedent-setting trial. Lyssa's ex-boyfriend had murdered a young wolf named Jamie in a case of mistaken identity. Ronnie had waited at a road crossing, waiting for a grey wolf. In the darkness, he had mistaken the light-colored, adolescent wolf for Emmett. Whom he wanted to kill because Lyssa had mated Emmett after breaking up with him. In jail for almost a year now, jury selection had, finally, begun.
Mercy had turned 16 and had, through a shared sense of grief, gotten closer to Justin, Jamie's twin. She would testify at the trial since she had witnessed the murder and had been shot herself. Lyssa would be there, too, since she had gotten Ronnie to confess. Emmett would be there to support.
Alex and Desiree would come to see their son's killer. And to witness the justice of humans.
None of the pack, or the council, could understand what was taking so long. Within their community, the perpetrator would have been bones long ago.
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The Ross pack, meanwhile, was enjoying the antics of their Alpha heir.
Clayton Ross was 8 months old, and a handful. No matter the commands, pack members would spoil him. There was also another problem. For some unknown reason, he had developed a decided dislike of Sampson. And, while he didn't regularly try to bite him anymore, Sampson was still subjected to growling, as feeble as it was from such a young pup. At first it was almost endearing, then it was annoying, by now, it was a hazard.
Unfortunately, as Beta, Sampson had frequent interaction with the Ross Alpha. He was not adept at handling pups though he understood their value. The older females chuckled at his awkwardness.
Phillip was trying to de-sensitize the little one, mixing his mate's scent with his own. This, of course, meant that Phillip also got some growls.
While everyone, of course, watched out for the young Alpha heir, Phillip had become a de facto babysitter.
Stephanie had nested with her new pup for about three weeks before emerging to resume her duties as Alpha. Life was difficult for some time as young Clay demanded all her attention and required frequent feedings. Sharilyn checked on both of them regularly.
Clayton was a healthy pup and, after his eyes opened, was found to have his mother's green eyes.
The Alpha Ross' only complaint was the rate at which milk flowed from her mangled nipple. The pup was often too impatient and it was sometimes painful to nurse him on that side. So, she ended up bringing an unusual device into the den to help her deal with the engorgement, which was painful on its own: a breast pump. As a result, Clay was also sometimes fed from a bottle. Having milk teeth, he also regularly shredded the rubber nipples.
Sampson attended the first couple of council meetings after his birth. Both he and Amanda assisted with Alpha duties for a few months since Stephanie was overwhelmed early on.
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While human legislation generally moved very slowly, many states had quickly passed laws making the turning of any human being illegal. A couple had even tried to make it an immediate death sentence. Thankfully, that was quickly shot down. As it was, some people brought suit against these states, saying they wanted to be turned, and that adults should be allowed to do so.
The packs were both amused and disheartened by this. Amused because they wouldn't let just anyone into their pack and upset that it made any turning punishable, even the accidental.
They mostly kept to themselves and most had very limited interactions with humans. So, accidental turnings were extraordinarily rare. It was more than a simple bite. Involuntary turnings were normally carried out by rogues on the few occasions when their victims survived. And, when rogues were found, the entire company was destroyed by the pack or packs that found them.
The packs, of course, were pushing for anti-discrimination legislation and the ability to govern themselves.
They had participated in, permitted, some tests. Only a couple had they consented to be recorded.
In the first case, they had been checked for their ability to track by scent. It started simply, with the identification of an individual out of a group. Next was following someone through a building.
Austin, of Severn, was then subjected to following a pair of individuals through a spring festival. He had dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with a light, tan jacket for the weather.
The festival held the usual fair attractions. There were games of chance, rides, and vendors. Noise. Numerous, overlapping scents. Humans, in quantity. And their perfumes and body products. And, of course, there was food. Lemonade. Sausages. A couple were a bit more unusual as they were small, local businesses. The first sold baked goods, cookies, muffins, cupcakes. The second was a wrap place - breakfast wraps, vegetarian, meat-filled, spicy, savory. Austin spared nary a glance to any but he hesitated, briefly, taking a deep inhale as he passed the last. There were two humans at the stand.
She was wearing an apron over a long-sleeved navy henley, and khakis. Her hair was medium brown, shoulder-length, and wavy, pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a greenish-brown. Her skin was lightly tanned and she was sweating, working on a couple orders.
Austin shook himself and continued on. He had to find both of his targets, and touch them. There was a limit to how far they were allowed to go but he still had to track them and get close.
For the first 10 minutes they had stuck together but had since split up.
This was not unexpected.
Pick one. The less potent scent. Around the outskirts, a big circle. Austin caught him buying a funnel cake.
One down.
Now back, to where they split up. Follow the other scent.
Garlic. Lots and lots of garlic. It almost completely overrode the man's individual scent. They had had both of them eschew any scents - toiletries, perfumes, colognes - and had had them wash their clothes in the scent-removing detergent used by hunters. But he obviously had eaten a lot of garlic recently.
The scent trail had gotten fainter, of course, but, as he got toward the edges of the crowd, it dissipated. And he lost it.
Whereas scents eddied and flowed, trapped by the press of people, once in a more open area they could readily be lost to a breeze. So, time to use a search pattern, since he had to be in the assigned area. Austin began a standard spiral.
It would be so much easier, faster, if he were wolf. Sigh.
It took another 15 minutes, and some circling until he realized he was being followed by his target. So, he ducked round a corner and waited, briefly, before grabbing him. "Tag."
Austin was then to report back to the station but he slowed as he passed the wrap stand. Wray's Wraps. He'd have to stop in. Some of the meat-filled wraps smelled good. As did the one female. The other was older and held no interest.
The report indicated that he'd completed the assignment successfully. His superiors were both disappointed and impressed. Impressed that he had actually been able to finish the task; disappointed that it had taken as long as it had. They had some unrealistic expectations of some aspects of their capabilities. While they expected wolves to be able to act as bloodhounds, they had also expected them to act more quickly.
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The other recorded test was strength-based.
Casey's first task was to leave the room. Two human officers were tasked with preventing him.
One man got him around the waist; the other stood in his way. Casey barely broke stride.
Next was a pile on. Casey was down with three men atop him. It took a little maneuvering, but he was able to wriggle out and get away.
The tactics changed and they switched to one of the females. After all, being weaker, a woman would be easier to subdue.
Angelica was subjected to a takedown. She played the perpetrator and some of the officers attempted to take her down. The four of them were unable to control her. The test ended when one of them cheated, and tased her. She was none too pleased.
She rose from the floor, growling. The officer who tased her backed away, smelling of sudden fear. A gun was drawn by one of the human officers and quickly pulled away by one of the Severns.
The most private, personal thing that was shown was only for the police chief. Nathan shifted through the three forms. Because of the change in bone structure and musculature, they were taller in the intermediate form. This was also the form that was more intimidating. The commissioner required Nathan to answer certain questions while in wolf form as he didn't quite believe there was an intellect within the beast form.
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