"You did WHAT?!" Helen exclaimed, after listening to Jessie quickly summarize by phone what had happened when she took Annie and Emma to the drop off at the dock. "You heard correctly", Jessie confirmed, feeling her other half glowing with pride, "I fought a werewolf and won."
"Are you or the others hurt?" Helen asked.
"I'm fine, amazingly I hardly have a scratch. Emma's ok. Annie and Jeff, the man on the boat, looked like they had some injuries but they were moving around ok so I'm assuming they were not bad. I feel stupid now -- I didn't ask them if they were ok, I just told Annie to get out of there. I think Jeff took care of the body on the dock, it was gone when I checked."
"I will phone the Alpha of the sea-wolf pack and check up on their situation as soon as I finish talking with you" Helen said. "What did you do with the body of the one you dealt with?"
Jessie sighed. "I didn't kill him. He was badly hurt and I left him behind. Last I saw he was crawling towards his clothing, probably to phone for help. I know his name, Annie identified him -- he is Tony Richard."
Jessie had never heard Helen swear much in all their previous conversations, but what came out over the phone right then made it very clear Helen knew every nasty word ever used in the English language and quite a few in other languages as well. It was impressive.
"Jessie, this is a huge mess ... you have no idea ... the other wolf who was killed was likely Tony Richard's cousin Andrew, grandson of Stephen Richard. The two of them are a pair, go everywhere together. Tony has seen you - he doesn't know who you are but he can describe you in both human and unusual Were form. If you thought you all were in danger before, this changes it to a whole other level. You are all now in a very precarious position."
Jessie wondered if what she'd done to Tony Richard would make any difference. "Helen, I did something to Tony before I left him. I commanded him to go home, break the bonds to his pack and family, and tell no one why. I ...
she
and I ... we wanted him to suffer, to feel loss and loneliness as a punishment. Death would have been too easy on him."
Helen sounded puzzled, "You commanded him ... what exactly do you mean by that?"
"I just told him what to do and made him say he would obey me. He'll do what I said, I know he will."
Helen sounded worried and confused, "Jessie, what you are describing sounds like how an Alpha issues a command, but you can't compel someone to obey you unless you are the Alpha with a bond to someone else and it only lasts as long as the bond isn't broken by one or the other of the individuals. Tony Richard is already bonded to a pack Alpha, you can't command him like that."
Jessie felt frustrated, trying to explain what she knew, deep down, was true. "Helen, I don't know how else to say it, but I just know he'll do what I said, and he won't be able to stop what I told him to do, not ever."
Helen sighed, "Well, I can't say I'm convinced of that ... sorry ... but even if it's true, I don't think you are safe. You didn't tell him not to talk about you or what happened to the other wolf with him -- you didn't protect yourself or Annie and Jeff enough. He's calling for help now, and I am not sure where that help is coming from. Tony might have others of his pack in the local area as support, or someone is now negotiating with a local pack to provide the help. You need to get back home and lay low while I work on figuring out the fallout with this."
Jessie felt her stomach start to churn again. She'd messed up big time, not thinking things through enough. She'd made stupid mistakes that put others in danger. She had to go back and fix it, quickly, but she knew Helen would never agree to that. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission -- she'd deal with it first, then confess what she'd done.
"All right, I'm on my way home. I'll call you when I get there ... Helen, don't tell Jacob and Liam what's happened, they'll just worry about me. Can you wait until we are all together and then talk about it? It will only be a few hours ..." Jessie held her breath, hoping Helen would agree.
Helen didn't sound happy but agreed. "All right. I can use the time to find out more from other sources and will have much to talk about when you get home. Go now."
After Helen hung up Jessie took a few deep breaths and make her decision -- she'd be brave and go back to try to cover up the mess she'd made. She started the car and did a U-turn across the highway, heading back to Rubble Beach.
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Jessie reached the turn off for the beach and drove slightly past it, finding the first place where she could pull over and hide the car from the sight of anyone driving on the highway. She got out and rummaged through the go-bag in the trunk, putting on a hoodie and wrapping a scarf around her neck. She emptied her pockets, leaving everything including her phone in the trunk and hid her keys beside the car just in case she had to shift and couldn't get back to her clothes. She then worked her way carefully through the bush to where she could see the parking lot without being seen.
The black SUV was still there. She could see Tony Richard sitting up with his back against the side of the vehicle. It looked like he'd used the remains of his clothing to slow the bleeding of his wounds. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving. Jessie waited a couple of minutes and when nothing changed she decided she could approach him and see if he was still alive.
She walked quietly up to him and felt for a pulse at his neck. Skin to skin, she could feel he was still living, but very weak. He wasn't conscious, which was a big problem. If he wasn't awake she couldn't issue any more commands for him to obey. Using the edge of her shirt she picked up the phone that was lying beside him and saw it was still unlocked. She looked at the call log - he'd made one call about an hour ago, so she likely didn't have much time left. She could solve everything by killing him but Jessie couldn't do it -- she had left him alive the first time for a reason, and to become someone who could kill a helpless person just wasn't what she wanted for herself.
As she thought about ways she might wake him up she heard a vehicle approaching the parking area. Damn. She had a 60-40 chance now -- Jessie was betting her life on who she thought were the more likely people who would be coming to the rescue. She quickly pulled up her hood, wrapped the scarf around her face so only her eyes showed, raised her hands to her shoulders and backed up so she could be seen.
It was a grey truck that stopped behind the SUV. Both men inside got out and approached slowly. One went to Richard, checked for a pulse, and started pulling bandages from a medical bag. The other one, older and taller, never took his eyes off her. Jessie's other half was telling her what he was - an Alpha who deserved respect but to whom she would not submit. "Who are you?" he asked calmly.
"Someone who has a great interest in making sure that man never says anything about what happened here today. I am trying to protect the lives of others I care about." Jessie replied.
"So why isn't he dead then?"