《She Rules the Wolves》


 1 One last fight.

    South Western United States. Her name was Rebecca. She looked young and strong as she simply say on her Harley, looking at the desolate biker bar before her. The wind blew across the desert highway and she could smell old blood, fresh blood and fear so strong it would have paralyzed anyone.


    She sighed lightly and rubbed her forehead. She was tired. She had just road across the U.S. from Boston, never stopping except for fuel. She had called her sweet Olen on the way and told him this was her last fight. She could not go on beyond this fight. He said he understood. He thanked her for the many many years she had gifted him when he thought his world was done.Oh! how she was going to miss that wolf. She had probably dragged her miserable life along another 30 years because she couldn''t bear to let him go.


    Another sigh; she had to kill this rabid wolf tonight, before he could move on to new different hunting grounds and killed dozens more. She had felt his killing intent for a couple weeks. She was just unable to pinpoint his location until he started killing. Old Jocko was several centuries old, cunning, devious and had lost his last shred of humanity. From the breeze that was gently blowing she could if she tried pick out who he had killed , when he had killed them and how. She didn''t want this but it was one of many curses and gifts bestowed upon her. Sadly, she knew Jocko had killed a few old wolves she had known.


    Becca entered the dimly lit bar and in a glance saw two college girls who thought they were on an adventure huddled in a corner. They were hugging each other as if the other was a life raft in an endless sea. Jocko was waiting in the shadows. She could make out his shadow and smell his insanity. The bar was trashed. Broken furniture, glass, blood and remains of people were thrown about as if a tornado had existed only in this building.


    Becca walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had managed to survive the onslaught. Ignoring the crazed wolf and the newly created female wolves, she poured a drink. "Jocko, come out come out wherever you are!" She tossed back the drink and added a little "push" into her command. There wasn''t a wolf born that could defy her.

 2 One Last Fight 2

    Jocko came out from his hiding place. His steps like a puppet; obviously not under his control. Jocko was dressed in the remnants of his biker gear. Torn and bloody leathers covered a man who stood 1.98 meters and weighed 108.8 kg. Gold piercings circled his ears under his tattooed bald head. His eyes were terrifying, changing between fury, crazed laughter and other extreme emotions.


    "You! Who are you now? Marta, no no not the right one..." A strange moment of calm passed over Jocko as he suddenly seemed to be thinking. Jocko looked at the ceiling which had not escaped the bloody fury of previous fights with his own people. The moment passed quickly, Jocko jerked his gaze back to the young woman wearing her own black leathers. "You are Rebecca! You''ve come to try to stop me! Hahahaha!" Becca raised her whisky glass and neatly saluted. "Jocko, you''ve been unruly. You killed everyone in your pack? Jocko, how many? 23? Why didn''t you call for help? When you realized the stage you were at? "


    Jocko was old, six hundred years old. With Becca''s influence he was gaining a bit of sanity here at his end. He looked around again at the destruction of his place. The place he had been so proud of. He saw what was left of his people covering the floors and walls. "I, it happened so fast. One second I was arguing with Bremmer and the next I went for his throat." "Then I couldn''t see for the blood in my eyes anymore." Confusion passed over his face as he looked at the indifferent woman before him. She knew what had happened. She had been here so many times in different countries, continents, and eras. Becca passed Jocko the whisky. "A toast to our fallen." she said as she raised her glass. Jocko nodded and raised the bottle too.


    After they drank they sat the glasses down and stood. "Jocko my old friend it won''t be easy.I''m at my end."He nodded and continued to nod as her sanity restoring influence was withdrawn.His head jerking up and down like he was watching TV credits. She let him make the first move.


    The two girls in the corner forgotten as the battle raged. If possible they made themselves smaller; curling into each other as pill bugs. They hid their faces as fountains of blood covered every inch of the room. Jocko had been a big man. The woman who had been so calm ripped the former head of the werewolf biker gang into bits.

 3 Her last fight.

    Becca slowly slid down a wall opposite the girls who were moaning in the terror. The noise was unconscious, they were so afraid it was miraculous they hadn''t passed out in fear.After a bit, the once beautiful girl now covered in someone else''s blood spoke. "Do you want to live?" This was said in a non-threatening tone. Becca waited a quarter hour and spoke again trying to pull her own random thoughts together to try to give the girls a calming influence. "Do you want to live?" Slowly ever so slowly faces appeared. Their panic so extreme, speech was impossible. Only their eyes spoke.


    "Yes!" said those two sets of eyes. The former college girls who were newly created werewolves could only stare in fresh fear at the monster before them. This little bit of a thing had killed that mountain of a man! A gold studded ear lay not 1/2 a meter from them! Becca gave them her best face and said," I''m going out back. You won''t see me again. Stay here and in a couple hours a woman will return. I think her name is Cally this time. She''ll take care of you. You''ll be safe with her."


    Becca slowly stood and walked out through the large whole in the back wall that had appeared during this fight. She walked until she could not smell the blood and violence. She raised her hands to the sky in kind of a plea, then slowly collapsed to the ground. she lay there looking at the stars. She didn''t know how this worked exactly. It wasn''t her magic. In all her life while she had looked for a way to end her existence she had met a man; a glorious man who would not kill her but gave her this gift, the ability to forget.


    She closed her eyes knowing she was about to lose Olen forever. She would close her eyes and in a couple hours wake up a new woman. She would look different and sound different. Oh, her body structure would be about the same. She would appear as a twenty something caucasian woman. She had never been anything else so she didn''t expect anything different now. Blonde, she wished for blonde this time. Her hair had been black since the 1860''s.


    Hundreds of miles away her Olen sat with his good friend Marcus. He''d called Marcus over because he really didn''t want to die alone. Olen handed another beer to his friend, " Marcus, sigh* " He started again, " Marcus, in a couple days a young wolf will appear. She..."Olen was torn on what to say and how to say it. Marcus was himself confused by his friend''s inability to explain. Olen took a long pull from his ale and said finally, " I die tonight. I have only the regret of not seeing her again." " She saved me. Before I laid waste to the world she saved me." "Help her if you can. I..." Marcus grabbed his friend''s arm in alarm "Olen!"Olen gripped his friend''s arm in a warrior''s exchange. " Tell her to give me damn Viking''s funeral or I''ll haunt her ass!"Then suddenly the light faded from Olen Hamundarsoneyes.

 4 Going Home

    Jessie and Abby regained consciousness on the side of the road. They didn''t exactly wake up because they did not so much fall asleep.Their heighten awareness, terror, injuries and torture of the past couple of days could only keep them awake and aware so long. After the woman , Becca had walked out of the demolished bar they had simply passed out. Similar to extinguishing a match; they were burnt out.


    Instinctively they both came to with a jerk of fear and looked up into a lively pair of hazel eyes framed by long honey blonde hair. Currently those smiling eye were more green than brown. It was a beautiful face belonging to what appeared to be a young twenty year old girl. She looked as if she was filled with a kind of laughter, squatted before them. "Hey! sleepy heads to time to wake up. We have places to go, people to see things to blow up!" Just then a couple kilometers down the road there was a massive explosion!


    "Haha! I''ve still got it! Perfect timing. Happy dance!" The beautiful girl jumped up and proceeded to do her version of a happy dance in the middle of the road. Jessie and Abby were too shocked to be terrified. Who was this girl? How did they get here? What was blowing up? Too many thoughts chasing after each other in their minds made speech impossible. Suddenly the girl stoppedher happy dance and looked at them, "Wait for it! Daisy chain is coming!" A minute passed and the girl started to look flustered. Then a series of smaller but still very impressive explosions followed. Boom! Boom! Boom! again and again. "BOOYAH! WEEE. da da dee da dah! " "I impress myself!"


    Jessie finally pulled herself together enough to ask, "What is happening?'' She was surprised to hear her voice. It was rough and coarse. She hadn''t spoken in days other than screaming. The beautiful girl before them stopped her dizzying twirling and squatted down before them again. "My name is Cally. I will be taking care of you for a while." Her eyes had gone from merriment to all seriousness in a split second. " You surely have realized already you can never go home again. You can''t see your friends and family. This is the toughest part of new transformations. You have to let go of the people you love. Oh, you can check up on themand in twenty to thirty years you can actually meet them again for the first time." Abby had silent tears tracking down her face as she looked at Jessie, " What are we going to do?"


    Cally reached out and patted her on the head, "Hey now, you have me! I am going to take care of you for as long as you need me. I am the greatest werewolf trainer, leader and all around wonderful person that ever lived!" Jessie and Abby looked at each other "....." Cally continued without a trace of modesty, " I am going to help you change. I know this is really scary. Becoming is difficult for all werewolves the first time. But I can help you with the change. This will help you PHYSICALLY recover from all your recent injuries. It will also help you mentally to some extent because the new wolf part of you won''t care so much about what happened to the human part of you."


    Jessie mustered her thought and spoke for the both of them, "What are you going to do with us?" They had almost accepted soon after walking into that bar that they were never going home. "How will we live?"Cally stood and looked at her beautiful fire as more explosions happened down the road. "The fire got to the extra fuel tanks out back." " We are going to Clan Home. You could say it is the base for all were wolves everywhere. A Lot of my things are there. You will be safe with me and I can help you learn and recover yourselves." this was said as the girl Cally stared at the fire. Abby thought Cally looked sad for a moment.


    Cally turned and said, "I saved a BMW and my bike. After you change you can ride in the back of the beemer until we get to Clan Home." Cally pointed to a expensive silver colored BMW M760i with gold trim pulling a U-haul trailer with a Black V-rod Harley Davidson on board. Unsurprisingly, the girls sitting on the ground had no idea how much those two items were worth!

 5 Going Home 2

    Cally was a very happy young woman with no serious concerns. She was sitting on her heels so she was more on an eye level to Jessie and Abby. "So which one of you is Jessie?" "I pulled your stuff out of your car and put it in the BMW before I set your car to explode."Jessie and Abby were truly unable to follow the conversation that kept leaping around. Jessie was thinking briefly of her car. She had worked for four years to buy her precious car and this woman blew it up!


    After a few moments Jessie raised her hand like a school kid. "I''m Jessie." She looked at her best friend in the whole world. "This is Abby Coleman."The two college seniors had grown up together in a small town in Nevada and decided to go to the same University. They even looked like sisters with light brown hair, blue eyes and a similar build, heavily fought for from their various athletic endeavors. "You blew up my car?"


    "Well yeah! Duh! You have to be dead now." Cally smiled then shook her head sadly, " Look you can''t be who you were. Everyone has to think you died here and in a way you did. Your families will mourn and so will you but werewolves are close to immortal. They can''t know and you can have good lives but your old life has to have exploded down at the bar." "Look we don''t have much time till dawn. This is a fairly desolate highway but not empty we have to go very soon. " Cally stood and looked at her new little wolves. "You look like you are from a horror movie. Once you change into your other form you''ll be clean, you won''t have any hurts and you will be able to put some thoughts away for a bit."


    Jessie the more dominant of the two suddenly scooted back, "Wait how did we get out here? How did you set everything to blow up? How...?" Cally gave a brilliant smile and said," Hey I am the most awesomest wolf ever. I have super powers like---Ummm Wolverine? Supergirl? No no I can''t fly. Ummm Oh OH I know Speedy Gonzales! Beep Beep zip tang!" Abby finally spoke in a tiny voice, " Jessie? is she crazy?" Cally stood straighter, " Hey now. I''m a brand new person. It''s hard to member what needs remembering and forgetting everything else." "Oh let me ask you before you change. Am I pretty? I was mud ugly once. Can you imagine being ugly for centuries? I wore a veil for over a hundred years."


    Jessie and Abby looked at each other, then the young woman before who had shining green eyes, clear complication and was dressed in tan slacks and a white blouse;together they said, "You''re gorgeous!" Cally nodded happily "Awesome!" SHe quickly did a fist pump, "Now, I want you to close your eyes and clear your thoughts and try to imagine simply running down a long country road. I will do everything else." At a loss to do anything but follow Cally''s orders, they complied. Once the girls appeared to be calm enough Cally reached out and touched both girls and gave a low humm. Very quickly the girls began their transformation. It would shock any other were''s in the world at the speed of the change. It was practically painless and over in minutes. Before Cally stood two tawny colored wolves. They shook themselves like wet dogs and looked at each other then at their benefactress. "OK," Call walked to the car and opened the back door, "Hop in!" "We''re rolling!"

 6 Going Home 3

    Once Cally got the girls in their Gray wolf forms settled on a heavy blanket in the back seat of the car, she wasn''t worried about shedding but wolf claws and leather seating, she quickly got behind the steering wheel. She had already driven the car to here so she definitely remembered how to drive. She planned to drive up to Clan Home using Route 99. With one last glance at the already sleeping wolves she started the car.


    The girls were more like canines at the moment, so they were not focused on their recent horrors. Cally smiled grimly, if she hadn''t done a blood exchange with them while they were still passed out, their being calm placid wolves couldn''t have happened. When Jocko had changed them to play with before he killed them they had taken on his bloodline. Mad dogs breed mad dogs. * sigh* Instead Cally had made them part of her wolf pack or more specifically her clan. A wolf pack could be a small grouping of wolves, say less the 25 members. Or a pack could be part of a clan of wolves that had many packs under their wings. Some clans could number into the thousands worldwide. Cally had just lost Olen and she had already brought in two girls. She needed to get to Clan Home and take care of Olen. Olen was one of her first thoughts when she woke up as Cally. He was one of her last thoughts before she ceased to be Becca.


    Cally loved this car already, it had such a beautiful sounding engine. The cream leather interior was so new and smelled lovely. She hoped she didn''t get pulled over on the way. No license and registration! But just in case she had mangled her old license into a lump of plastic. Ha! she would say one of the girls chewed it! Cally drove up Route 99 towards her destination; stopping for fuel and letting the beautiful tawny colored wolves out to stretch and take care of business. Oh, that was funny the first time the girls whined in the back seat to let her know they needed to potty! They were thinking in human terms and were conveying they needed a bathroom. She almost had to change herself into her wolf form to show them how to squat and pee!


    Driving up 99 she talked to the girls whether they were asleep or awake. Cally talked about what it would be like to be a wolf, she talked about being a werewolf and she talked about living for hundreds of years. Jessie and Abby heard some of it and understood even less in their current forms. but it didn''t matter, Cally''s voice was so soothing. Sometimes she turned on the radio and listened to oldies, sometimes the newest chart singles from every music style. Cally explained she didn''t remember what she liked. So the wolves had to suffer through Opera to rap to hip hop. Cally tortured them flipping through all of the Sirius XM stations. Finding Sirius XM in the car brought wild cackling from their driver. "Dog star indeed!"


    Cally was stopped for gas. She tried to find the least populated places to stop. Back seat wolves were a problem but letting them change back to human was less of an option. They needed to fully recover their injuries and they had had internally injuries that would kill the normal human. At one such pit stop for fuel Call had gone into the station to pay for the gas and buy snacks and drinks. On her return there was a crowd around her beloved bike. The tinted windows were not quite good enough to hide the girls from prying eyes. So she wasn''t surprised to hear, "Wolves!" when she walked out.


    Cally had mentally prepared. She occasionally lived by the adage "prepare for the flood and you won''t get wet". Sometimes it was fun to see what fate would dump on you too. But she figured the girls would prefer avoidance.As she leisurely strolled back to the car she said, "Nah, they are Tibetan Mastiffs or Canis lupus familiaris." "Are you guys crazy? transporting real wolves? IN A BMW?" Totally faking them out.


    Cally took two days to make the drive. And the scene at the gas pumps was repeated a few times. There were the other occasion bumps in the road as someone wanted to buy her bike, buy her car buy her"doggs" and even two offers to buy her for the night. But lying to people can be an art form. Cally had had millenium to train. She easily skirted problems as she neared Clan Home. Clan Homesat on several hundred acres along the California/Oregon coast. Civilisation faded away. Werewolves need large areas to run and not scare the humans. But conversely werewolves were human enough to need certain amenities. So there was a village near the closed off community that was Clan Home.The gate guards could smell the wolves in the car and easily let them through.

 7 Clan Home

    Call y drove through the gates and began a slow circular drive up to the main building of Clan Home.She was Happy to return and sad at the same time. She hadn''t been back in so long. Her Olen had kept her completely informed of any changes but there were so many new structures. She explained the purpose of Clan Home to Jessie and Abby as she drove. "This place was started over two hundred years ago as a safe haven for werewolves. This area was chosen because of its remoteness and thehemlock rainforest. Nothing can compare to running free through a temperate rainforest." "Over time the purpose changed to more of a government entity for the werewolves."


    Clan Home was special in all the world. This was the united nations for all werewolf clans and individual packs. All Laws, treaties, emergency assistance and werewolf policing was located. Each clan had an established base here and was represented by a council member. Depending on the clan size determined the size of each delegation. With one exception, the Wotan clan. Olen Hamundarson had been the oldest acknowledged wolf in the world. Olen was close to 1000 years old. He had been a true viking. He was also thought by many to be the sole member of the Wotan clan. Olen was the CEO of Wotan international and the chairperson for the delegates of Clan Home.


    The buildings they pasted were of differing styles based on the wolf clan that lived there but still managed to fit into the overall location. So many trees! As the car moved pass a olympic sized pool and tennis courts they caught their first glimpse of the largest building in Clan Home. It sat above the rest built seemingly out of a huge rocky outcropping. The building was in a V shape, hugging the rocky cliff. One side showed dozens of windows shining in the morning sun. "This is our new home. We have a suite of rooms on the second floor. " "You''ll have to share a room until we move stuff around." Jessie and Abby could hear a sadness in Cally''s voice. But it''s difficult to ask a lotwhen you have a muzzle.


    Finally after fifteen minutes of slow driving they arrived in front of Guild Hall. The structure rose up along the hillside in all it''s glass and steel glory. Cally smiled with pride, As the two wolves marveled at the building before them. "This was styled after Frank Lloyd Wright''s Fallingwater, Mill Run, in PA. Isn''t it beautiful?" Cally let the girls out of the back, "We''ll go to our rooms and you can get changed. I have to see about Olen." The girls knew about Olen, Hadn''t Cally been talking about him for the past two days off and on?


    Entering Clan home was entering the nerve center of werewolf society. No one bothered to give them a second glance as they hurried along with their tasks. Cally and her girls took the elevator up to the second floor which was where the Wotan clan had their suite that ran across the front of the building with a huge balcony. Cally did not expect anyone to be in her and Olen''s rooms and was very unhappy when she walked in to discover half a dozen people touching her things!


    On the first floor where all the main offices were located, Marcus Knight was busy on the phones answering the hundreds of questions regarding Olen''s death. Marcus was the head of security for Clan Home and also the leader of the Black Watch. Olen''s death had frightened many and had also created much speculation about a shake up in Clan home. Who could take his place? It must be said that werewolves have sensitive noses. Not as sensitive as bloodhounds which are designed by nature to be the sniff geniuses of the world but pretty darn close. Marcus raised his head as he caught the smell of blood. The he could hear thumps, banging, shouts and growling as he smelled even more blood. He called the Guild Hall''s security, "Olen''s rooms, NOW!"


    Running up a set of stairs was the quickest way and when he arrived at the landing in front of Olen''s rooms he was nonplussed to see a body flying out of Olen''s room to hit the wall and then fall to land on a pile of bodies already there. He recognised them as all members of Red Cliffs Clan. They were all suffering from broken bones, a couple were unconscious and the last one thrown out Tom Richardson was in the worse shape. He knee was shattered and the knee was twisted at an impossible angle. Bones and blood splattered the hallway. Marcus ran in the suite to find Councilmember Catherine Rosemount being strangled by the neck and shaken like a wet rag. "WHY are YOU in MY room?" The ethereal girl in front of him was without blemish but had obviously pitched out six people.


    "She can''t answer you because you are strangling her. Why don''t you put down the councilwoman?" Cally turned at the new voice and presence behind her. Never let your enemies get behind you! She was momentarily stunned by the gorgeous man in the doorway. She dropped the Catherine person and skipped over to Marcus, examining him closely. Marcus was shocked to see her lick her lips and ask, "OH pretty! Are you mated?"

 8 Marcus Knigh

    Cally dropped Catherine like so much garbage and skipped over to the beautiful man. Beautiful? Gorgeous? Handsome? Godlike? Hmm take your pick. Cally stared at him and had the most incredible feeling. Her heart was beating fast, not because she had just been breaking bones but because this man was too perfect. He was easily 188 cm, short thick pitch black hair. Ah! she could almost swear to blue undertones, his hair was so black. Dimples! Oh my God! Cally was sure there were dimples hiding in that beautiful face. And to top off that perfect athletic runners body, he had the most unusual eyes; His eyes were brown with gold flecks.Cally wiggled and inch closer, "I could get lost in your eyes."


    Marcus took a step back as this was an experience outside his experience. People did not try to get close to him. Usually it was the opposite. At this moment his security detail arrived. Cally staring at him like a starving woman looking at the last piece of cheesecake, without even glancing away, held up her hand to the arriving force. "You may not enter without permission." And just like that his men were unable to enter. They were at the open door but could not raise one foot to enter. Everyone was shocked besides Cally and her two girls that were calmly waiting to get changed. Jessie and Abby had a BFF moment, "she''s like Professor X!"


    "You didn''t say... Are you mated?" Cally was almost at that moment a little nervous she started twirling her hair in her porcelain white fingers. *Cough cough* "Marcus! Thank god you''re here! She''s crazed! Kill it!" Catherine Rosemount had managed to collapse onto a nearby couch. Catherine was the pride and joy of her Father, the clan chief of Red Cliffs. She could do no wrong and even if she did, so what? Sadly for Catherine she just reminded Cally she hadn''t thrown her out too. Cally slowly removed her eyes from her new idol and looked at the stupid woman who had invaded her territory. "The law. The law is clear. You and your people invaded MY territory. You were stealing MY things. I am within my rights to kill you and skin you and hang your pelts on my door as a warning to others. Do you deny the law?" All this was said in a oppressive tone. Catherine actually shrank back, "No these are my rooms you are the intruder!" Cally took a deep breath, "then why are my things in your rooms?


    "Why do I smell Olen as if these were where he lived for decades? Why were you putting my things in boxes? Why does a Council woman not KNOW THE LAW!" "Be quiet. can''t you see I''m meeting a godlike figure, this is an important moment!" And just like that Catherine Regina Rosemount of Red Cliffs was completely silenced. Marcus turned to his men in the doorway that were struggling with everything they had to enter the door. "Men, see to the injured. I''ve got this." He turned back to the beautiful girl before him. A strange thought passed quickly through his mind, " she would fit perfectly under his shoulder." Instead he said to her, " You are Olen''s friend?" "He told me he had a young female friend coming." Nothing could have taken Cally''s mind off the man before her except these words. Her Olen.


    Cally unclasped her hands that had been put together in a pleading gesture under her chin as she waited to hear him speak. "Yes." Cally stepped back and looked down gathering her thoughts. *Sigh* She looked at her girls so patiently waiting. "I''m going to take the girls back to help them change. I''ll be back in a few minutes to talk about this bimbo and her henchmen and their punishment. Then you can take me to Olen. I need to take care of him." With that she led the two wolves down a hallway. The girls had even picked up their luggage and were dragging it along.

 9 Bimbo

    Marcus looked at Councilwoman Rosemount and sighed heavily. He briefly thought this was the quietest she had been since she came to Clan Home. "Can you speak now?" he asked generally. He really didn''t care. enraged eyes screamed and cried but not a sound escaped her. "I''ll check on your people , why don''t I while we wait on Olen''s friend to release you?" Marcus said it this way so as to remind her she was in Olen''s space and therefore in the wrong.


    He stepped out into the hallway as the med techs were arriving. Tom Richardson had been moved by the security detail along with the rest to lie individually in the hallway, instead of a pile. Marcus''s lead man on the scene looked up, "Boss, what the HELL?""There are maybe 4-5 people in the world who can stop us in our tracks. Look at Tom''s knee!" Marcus could clearly see the shattered knee as the pants leg had been cut away. Tom had passed out from the pain. The knee was so much ground meat from shattered bone. It truly looked as if his knee had been caught in a wood chipper. "She''s Olen''s friend."Security and the arriving med techs looked up in astonishment. "Olen had a female friend who was capable of all this?" "Hmm.."


    Marcus heard noises from the room behind him and said before moving back in, "Get the cleaners up here asap." he saw Cally had already returned. She had changed to a white knittop with pearl buttons, navy slacks and was carrying a pair of sandals. She had brushed out her honey blonde hair and added lip gloss. Marcus stared at the beauty before him and tried to think if he had ever seen anyone as beautiful. That''s when he noticed the sound of a shower running. Shocked he asked, "They are already changed?" Werewolves don''t change that fast. Older more powerful wolves could change fast but this was too incredible. Cally looked up while putting on her shoes, "Mmm huh."


    She then looked at the apoplectic councilwoman,"Do you have anything you wish to say?" At that second the beloved princess of the Red Cliffs Clan jumped to her feet screaming, "My Father will KILL YOU! He will rip you apart! You have NO idea who you are messing with!" Catherine had started her day looking like any high class executive, gold silk blouse, a darker tan trouser, black high heels understated gold jewelry , her makeup carefully applied and her hair in a loose chignon. Now, she was red to purple with rage in the face, her blonde hair in total disarray. Her clothes were crooked and showed signs of having been twisted in someone''s small hands. You can''t handle silk that way! Ha!


    Catherine Regina Rosemount, the pride and joy of the Clan Chief, his only daughter in all his long life had never been treated this way! Sure, she was pampered and spoilt but if Daddy let her; who could stop her? She was also very willful, she knew she probably shouldn''t have simply decided to take over these rooms before Olen was even cold, let alone telling Daddy. But she liked doing things first and then telling Daddy. That way he would smile indulgently, shrug his shoulders and say, "What''s done is done."


    Cally turned to the silent beautiful man, "Do you have her Father''s number?" Marcus was working on containing his expressions as he was receiving so many shocks so rapidly. "Sure." He pulled his cell out quickly scrolled to the correct number, dialed and handed his phone over. "It''s ringing." "Thank you." Cally heard the other end pick up and as soon as she heard "Hello, Marcus." She launched into a tirade. "You sorry good for nothing bucket of rotten snails. Tu imb¨¦cile! cr¨¦tin! You send a d¨¦g¨¦n¨¦r¨¦ connasse to Clan Home? Tu me gonfles!" Jean Michel are you going mad?" This last part was said softly with malicious intent. Mad wolves must be put down. Catherine shut up in mid sentence. "Eh? How did she know about her Father was French?"


    Jean Michel Rosemount, was stunned, *Oh crap* there was only one person who called him rotten snails. "Um Rebecca?" "I am most sorry you have caught me at a disadvantage." "Catherine.....""Ta gueule!" "J''en ai plus rien ¨¤ foutre!" "Listen closely, your daughter entered my home without permission. She and YOUR people were stealing MY things. How should I respond?" Jean Michel was half a world away and terrified. His daughter had managed to piss off the Wotan. * bordel de merde bordel de merde*Jean Michel stood behind his desk, his mind a complete blank momentarily. *She had asked if he was mad--* With great effort he asked, "How would the most benevolent Wotan like to handle this terrible misunderstanding?"


    Catherine was speechless, not because of Cally''s control but she could clearly hear her Father practically begging this little girl, this nobody! Marcus could hear the conversation as well. He was thinking carefully about what he was hearing. Jean Michel obviously thought he was talking to someone named Rebecca Wotan and was scared shitless. But the beautiful girl had said Cally was her name. He had even found paperwork Olen had left for her bearing the name Cally Wotan. Wolves needed to rename themselves after so many years to hide themselves; this could be the reason.


    Cally smiled, "Jean Michel, I am a reasonable person." Jean Michel was thinking *not in my lifetime* She continued, I threw your people out and broke a few bones along the way. Your daughter has not been punished yet as I can clearly smell your bloodline. I require compensation. I want a birch tree. I want it in 4 days delivered here to Clan Home. If nothing is missing and nothing is damaged I will be satisfied and not seek further compensation." Jean Michel took a shuddering breath, "I can do this gladly to clear up any misunderstandings." "However, Jean, if one thing is missing or broken.


    Je vais disperser tes os."

 10 Shocking and shocking

    Cally had gone from mad to sinister in her conversation with the Red Cliffs Chief. Now she changed to sweet, "Jean Michel? I really think you might call your daughter home for her own safety. The Wotan Clan has never suffered fools easily. Jean Michel? At the very least you need to call her and explain things to her. Allowing a blind man to wander around deadly cliffs is cruel; don''t you think?" "Yes, Yes! of course! Thank you for being so reasonable this time!" Jean Michel said all in one breath as Cally hung upon him.


    Cally turned back to Marcus, ah so handsome, she held out his front in both hands and bowed her head, "Thank you, my Adonis." Marcus bemusedly took his phone just as Catherine''s phone rang. Her ring tone for her Father was a song by ZAYDE WOLF - RULE THE WORLD. Cally looked over and burst into laughter. A quick glance at Marcus and she smilingly said "only werewolves." Catherine immediately started crying, "Daddy! I---" Her beloved Father who would do anything in the world for his princess, cut her off for the first time in her entire 50 years. "Catherine, get out of the Wotan''s suite imm¨¦diatement! Call me when you get back to the chateau! NO, NO, right now GO!" Catherine in her agitated state ran out into the hall following her Father''s orders without further thought.


    Catherine stumbled over her own people and the medical teams called to treat and evacuate them in the hallway. Without so much as an apology she tripped and trembled at the bloody mess the woman Cally had thrown out. More groans and cries were heard as Catherine retreated as her dear Papa told her.


    Inside the best rooms in Clan Home, Cally stared at Marcus, "Umm, the girls haven''t eaten as humans in a couple of days and I promised them breakfast. How''s the room service at Guild Hall now?"Marcus at the end of his credibility, "A couple of days? Aren''t they new wolves? I--" He took a deep breath, no he would not ask the hundreds of questions swirling through his head. " The food in Guild Hall is exceptional.""Cool! Can you call and order them 2 full Irish breakfasts?" Marcus wasn''t completely sure of what was in a full Irish so at his quizzical look Cally said, "You know, an Irish breakfasts has: Bacon, sausages, baked beans, eggs, mushrooms, grilled tomatoes, and perhaps some cooked leftover potatoes made into a hash. Oh and a gallon of milk and orange juice." "You order and I''ll go tell the girls." "Hey! what about you? Aren''t you going to eat? You asked for just 2 breakfasts." A slight smile appeared, "No, I need to see Olen first."

 11 Going Ou

    "Girls,I''ve ordered room service. Once they can get through the hallway and the bodies out there they will leave the dinner cart at the door and ring the doorbell. " Jessie and Abby looked up, they had both showered and were trying to decide on what to wear. "You''re not going to be here?" With this thought Abby started to get anxious. "I have to go see to arrangements for Olen. I told you this." Both nodded, yes she had told them all the plans but the thought of Cally not being beside them was a little scary.


    "I''ve ordered a full Irish breakfast. Don''t open the door for anything or anyone other than breakfast. You have noses better than Scooby Doo, so you will know when the food arrives." Jessie and Abby smiled at each other thinking, we have Scooby Doo powers, this woman watches too much tv! "Should anyone else show up simply keep the door locked and ignore them." "Marcus and I will be away for an hour or 2." Cally then bounced on the bed excitedly, "Isn''t he the most gorgeous thing to walk on 2 legs! What do you think? Karl Urban crossed with Tyrone Power?" Jessie and Abby exchanged hopeless looks, Cally could go from one thought to the other end of the universe in the blink of an eye.


    "Umm, Karl Urban wasthe doctor in star trek?" Cally nodded excitedly, "Yeah but I''m thinking more how he looked in Judge Dredd or the Hobbit movies.."Cally fell into thought, *he was blonde in the Hobbit movies, I wonder how Marcus would look blonde.* Abby tugged at Cally, "We don''t know a Tyrone Powers." "No, no Power not Powers. WAIT! YOU DON''T KNOW Tyrone Power?" "He was in The Mark of Zorro." "That was Antonio Banderas." replied Jessie "Mom made us watch it." "Grrr.. Okay what about, The Black Swan?" Abby and Jessie stared at each other, "Johnny Depp''s ship was the Black Swan."Cally threw herself back on the bed and stared at the ceiling."AH! Blood and Sand?!" "Never heard of it." said the 2 babies who were born 60 years too late to know such a screen god.


    "Fine google him! But isn''t Marcus SO handsome?" Jessie answered for the two of them, "Yes, but king cobras are beautiful too and we wouldn''t get within a mile of one if we could help it." Satisfied with that answer Cally responded, "I''m going out. Be good." With that Cally leapt up and hurriedly rejoined her new idol. She slowed down as she neared Marcus, considering, Marcus is taller theTyrone Power was. But I bet if he smiled..... Marcus''s inky black hair is more in line with Power''s. Physically more like Urban, "hmmm.."


    "Marcus, we can go out through Olen''s room and I need to collect some of his things anyway. You''ll take me to him please?" Marcus slowly nodded, "Olen had a secret passageway? Typical of Olen, where does the exit lead?" Cally smiled, there were numerous discrete passageways in guild hall. "This is a small elevator that opens up in the garage sub-basement. Olen is in the mortuary in town?" Cally simply couldn''t say remains or body when talking about Olen.Marcus nodded, "Indeed, you seem very familiar with guild hall, Clan Home and the town. Tell me, Olen said a young girl was coming but he often referred to Rebecca. You are one and the same?"


    Cally smiled sadly, " That my beautiful Adonis is a long story, best taken in small doses. Come I will show you Becca." Cally slipped her arm through Marcus''s. and led him to Olen''s room. There on the wall before Olen''s bed hung a large painting of Rebecca. "This is Becca." said Cally standing beside it. "I don''t think there''s much resemblance; how about you?" Marcus considered, "No, your facial features are quite different." Marcus was thinking while Rebecca was very striking in appearance. Cally was absolutely beautiful.


    "Marcus, I don''t want you to misunderstand Becca''s relationship with Olen. Becca was the Wotan clan chief after the American civil war. She found Olen as he was about to lose his sanity. She brought him into her blood line, thereby saving his sanity. This is what I have done with the two girls I brought with me. They were changed by a mad wolf and you know what that means." Marcus nodded, he had been told rumors about the Wotan clan but it was so much like fables and hard to believe. " Becca was Olen''s lifeline. She was able to give Olen more time but when she ceased to be... Olen died when she did." Cally moved Becca''s portrait showing a small elevator. Stepping inside she turned to Marcus, "They were not lovers. It was more like Master and apprentice. Olen was like herPadawan from Star Wars." Marcus stepped into the narrow space with Cally, thinking this girl watches to much tv.

 12 Werewolves makes perfect sense

    Cally had snagged a small wooden trunk as she passed through Olen''s bedroom. She absentmindedly rubbed her fingers across the wooden surface. They were descending from the second floor to the second sub-basement. This was were most of the guild hall residents and workers stored the vehicles. Marcus looked at Cally thinking, she is too familiar with Olen and Clan home not to have been here before. " Cally, I still don''t quite understand how...." That beautiful deceivingly gentle face looked up. "Marcus I can''t explain everything in one go. You wouldn''t believe me anyway. Olen took decades before he understood the Wotan Clan." She pondered a moment.


    "Rebecca Wotan killed her last pack Alpha in Jocko of the wild wolf biker gang. After she ripped him to into little bitty bits she went outside and laid down in the tall grasses and simply ceased to be. We were given a gift millennium ago. You know why wolves go crazy? Too many memories." At this moment they arrived in the garage area. Marcus was curious where this secret door opened and quickly stepped out. Call looked at the retreating back of Marcus and nearly died. OH! her heart! Be still my heart! That man had the most perfect butt she had seen in centuries. Marcus was wearing black dress trousers that perfectly hugged his bottom. OH MY GOD! crashing thoughts exploded in her head, boxers, briefs, raw!!!!, thongs! Mustn''t touch mustn''t touch. ''We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precious. '' A quote from Lord of the Rings popped into her head.


    Marcus was staring at the wall they had just stepped out of, not realizing Cally was completely dazed. The wall had slid open at a seam behind one of Olen''s least used antique cars. Brillant camouflage on someone''s part. Marcus was head of security and he had had no idea this was here. Consideringly, he asked "Are there more secret passages?" Cally without taking her eyes off her target nodded numbly. "Is something wrong?" A quick negative shake of the head. "Do I have something on my pants?"


    Cally finally responded, *I am walking behind this man forever* "Umm what?" Marcus saw Cally was either in deep thought or otherwise distracted so he then enquired,"You were saying about Rebecca had too many memories?. Was she about to go mad?""Uh, no, no nothing like that." Cally took a deep breath in, closed her eyes, raised her head, opened her eyes focusing on Marcus''s face and slowly exhaled. "Becca, as you know took out Old Jocko, you may have known him as Jake MacT¨ªre. Becca had killed dozens upon dozens of mad wolves since she took Olen into her bloodline. She had walked through the fire, destruction, cruelty and death brought on by these crazed wolves, criminals gangsters and mass murders. She was an equal opportunity avenger." Cally paused, *hmm avenger* "Anyway she had seen too much and warned Olen 2 years ago she was near the end of her endurance. The Wotan has never gone mad." Cally smirked, muttering, "It might have looked like it a few times."


    "So this gift allows the Wotan Clan chief to not exactly die but to disappear and another, me, to take over. I have Becca''s memories and many others in my head. If I really want to hunt through the memories; I can. Becca''s last thought was Olen. So it was my first thought after she let go." Marcus was bemused so he turned and led Cally to a black Jeep Grand Cherokee. "This seems rather impossible. " As he opened the door for her. "Oh, and werewolves makes perfect sense?" Cally slipped into the front seat and handed Marcus the wooden trunk she had been carrying.


    Marcus put the trunk in the back and got in the Jeep. He started the engine before she spoke again. "Have you seen the BBC show ''Dr.Who'' ?" He nodded. "A few times." "So you understand the premise? A time Lord, when about to die regenerates into another body?" A thoughtful look appeared on his handsome face replacing his more serious look. "It''s like that, sorta kinda."


    She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. She suddenly looked very tired so Marcus drove slowly out of the underground garage and headed into town. He occasionally looked over at his dozing passenger. *She was right it was a lot to take in. It looked like his life was going to get interesting in the future.

 13 Daddys Little Princess

    As Marcus drove Cally to the village of Battery Point, not far from Guild Hall was Chateau Rouge, Current unwanted home to Catherine Rosemount. She had during a live chat with her Father broken everything in her office. But Jean Michel was being uncharacteristically firm with his princess. Catherine was screaming at the top of her lungs, "P¨¨re!WHY? tell me why? She hurt all our servants, she manhandled me! She threatened you! How can we not take any measures to get satisfaction?"


    Jean Michel sat in a more masculine version of the same office thousands of miles away. He rubbed his head as if he had a headache. Wolves don''t get headaches of course unless something has smashed into their heads. He felt like this."Baby Girl, please calm yourself there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do. Rebecca Wotan is too powerful. She could cut through our entire clan as if we were tissue paper. I have known of her for too many years not to know her temperament. You are lucky, we are lucky she didn''t kill all of you." "Now she said something I must ask you about; you took nothing of hers? Nothing was broken?"


    "P¨¨re! Father, I am not a thief, we are not thieves. I took nothing that that woman can claim as hers." Catherine collapsed onto a leather Cabriole type sofa. Without effort she cried copious amounts of indignant tears. She was so wronged. However Jean Michel knew his daughter, "You took nothing she can claim? Exactly what do you mean by that? You took something?" She heard him take a sharp inhale of breath, "Catherine did you BORROW something? You have borrowed things before! Oh my god girl, tell me so we can fix things." Catherine peeked at her screen that showed her doting Father who was not acting according to script.


    "Olen had a thirteenth century crown. He showed it to me once. I had it sent to Sotheby''s last night for appraisal." "Olen said that the crown is one of the oldest European crowns still in existence and said it should probably be in a museum somewhere. I thought that we could help him achieve this and have our family name displayed as benefactors to the Louvre." Catherine finally admitted. Jean Michel Rosemount slowly stood up from behind his mahogany desk, placed his hands down on it''s surface and leaned towards the camera. " Did this crown have 12 rosettes on the base, each one supporting a gold stem topped by a lily? The stems and lilies are different in size and height? They look likejewelled versions of the fleur de lys (lily flower)?" Jean Michel was as pale as a werewolf could be and still be alive.


    "Yes, I suppose that sounds right. I thought the fleur de lys being Franch would be a perfect symbol of our family.""You stupid conceited fool....." Jean Michel collapsed. "You have killed us." Catherine was startled, father had never been angry or blamed her for anything before. "Get it back! Get it back immediately!. Dear God! does it look like a man''s crown to you? That was a cherished gift to--- God what was her name? Umm, Joanna Wotan. No no I can''t trust this to you, it''s too important." Jean stood and paced, "We''ll say it was sent to the experts for cleaning and restoration. Yes this may work. A welcoming gift. Catherine ! Leave Rebecca Wotan alone! Don''t DO anything. I will arrive in 4 days for Olen''s send off. AH! I need a birch tree, I need to contact Sotheby''s." with this her father ended the call.


    Catherine thought her world could not possibly become anymore insane. Even the room was spinning, she could not understand anything that had happened this morning. "But she said her name was Cally.." she whispered to no one at all.

 14 Saying Goodbye

    Cally followed Marcus into the mortuary. It was a relatively small building, one story, neat with a few decorative plants on the outside at the entrance. As with many such places the inside was peaceful with low music in the background. Mr. Harland stepped out of his office and quickly greeted Marcus. "Marcus you are here to complete the arrangements for Mr. Hamundarson?" Marcus was shaking Harland''s hand as he said, "No, I brought Olen''s friend here to make those arrangements." Harland then noticed the exquisite girl walking behind Marcus with some shock. "And this is?"


    Cally stepped up beside Marcus and nodded to the Funeral director. "I am Olen''s only family. I will be responsible for Olen''s final trip." The bemused Funeral Director asked, "final trip?" Cally smiled slowly, " Olen was with me in spirit when he died.He is Einherjar or one who has died in battle, he belongs to Valhalla now." Marcus looked at this beautiful solemn girl and also smiled slowly, "Olen said to tell you to give him a Viking funeral or he would haunt your ass." Cally''s smile bloomed, "Of course. Let''s step into your office and go over the details. As much as I loved him he''s not getting human sacrifices so it''s not going to be a traditional funeral." Mr Harland thought he was used to the strange having to deal with werewolves. He was mistaken.


    Mr Aaron Harland sat behind his desk and gestured to the chairs in front. Marcus sat the trunk in the floor and gentlemanly assisted Cally in sitting. "So, a viking funeral. No sacrifices?" She smirked, "I didn''t say No sacrifices, just no human sacrifices." Harland briefly thought he should have been a cop as itwas more stress free than dealing with wolves. He wiped his suddenly sweaty face and smiled to reassure himself. "Please, umm, tell me what you have in mind?" Using military jargon that was not lost on Marcus, "Prepare to copy; In 4 days time Olen will be brought to his ship at the cove. He will be placed in a specially prepared bed. Food such as fruit, basil, bread, meat, and onions will be placed around him. He will also have copious amounts of ale and fine wines. Some of his personal possessions will fill the ship. We will sail the ship into the bay where it will be set a blaze." The funeral director looked up from his notes. "You''re setting fire to a ship in the bay?" Seeing Cally''s serious look, he nodded of course she''s going to burn a boat with a person on it what was he thinking?


    "Olen built a ''Karve'' which is a small type of Viking longship. He built it himself for the purpose of his burial. As to the necessary sacrifices. I will purchase the required sacrifices at the grocery store." Muddy brown eyes jerked up from his notes, "Yes that would be...best?"


    Marcus was dealing with messages on his phone and only half listening. When he heard about Olen''s boat, he looked over and said, "I didn''t realize he had built the longship for this purpose. I thought he just wanted to do some sailing along the coast." Cally replied, "Olen always loved being on the water. That''s why we settled here and established Clan Home here."Marcus nodded and went back to his messages, Clan home security was a constant job.


    "So, if you could take me to Olen now I should like to prepare him." Muddy brown eyes again looked up and were nervous, "Prepare how exactly? We can do almost anything you require for you." Cally sighed, "You are not family. I need to cut his fingernails and comb and braid his hair. I have his burial clothes that he prepared also. You may dress him after I have done this." "Marcus, I won''t be long, an hour at most if you have something you need to take care of?" Marcus looked up and stated, "I will await you here. I can handle most of my duties with my phone."


    Mr. Harland went to pick up the trunk that Cally and Marcus had carried with ease. Sadly for him it was solid oak with metal banding, it was also full of clothing and grave goods. He stooped to pick it up and immediately groaned, "ehhh.'' Cally glanced over, "I''ll get it." She then neatly picked it up and looked expectantly at the director to lead the way.


    Entering into the preparation room the director had already brought Olen out for family viewing. Cally sat the box aside and walked to her dearest friend. 1 and 1/2 centurieswas along time to friends. Olen was a big man with shoulder length reddish brown hair. His facial hair was a brighter red with blond streaks from being in the sun. He looked very peaceful as if he could simply wake up at any moment. Cally pulled a wooden comb from the box and brushed out his hair, she then braided the sides. She next used a decorative dagger to carefully trim his fingernails. Collecting the trimmings for safe disposal later she told Harland how to dress Olen in the period clothing that had he had had made. Clothing doesn''t last as long as weapons and Olen had very very little that had survived from his youth as a viking warrior.

 15 So Delicious

    Cally stepped back into the office shortly. Marcus was busy on his phone. He had permanently borrowed a notepad as he was busy on the phone. He had even moved behind Harland''s desk to make things easier. Cally thought he looked quite like a busy CEO. He seemed to be handling several tasks at once. When Marcus finished speaking and disconnected the current call, she asked, ""This was very inconvenient to bring me here for you wasn''t it?"


    Marcus looked up and gave Cally a probing look. He was a little concerned on how upset she might be. She looked fine but he realized her question was of real interest for him so he replied truthfully, "Not at all. Most of what I am handling at the moment is in regards to Olen''s passing. That and the incident with Councilwoman Rosemount." "Oh?" Cally turned her head to the side, thinking carefully, "Olen''s death has thrown them for a loop hasn''t it? Some of those old farts know that means Rebecca''s gone too..." Cally''s head tilted the other way as She considered. "Anything that I need to be made aware of?"


    Marcus was watching Cally tilt her head from right to left, thinking this more than anything else about her was very wolf or canine like. He stood and walked around the desk, "I can tell you on the way back if you are finished here?" A swift nod was his answer. He thought of the most recent call and started there as he led the way out. "I believe I just recieved a relayed phone message. Someone seems to have sent a radio message to a wolf pack in Russia that was then relayed by phone to us here at Clan Home." He was getting ready to open the Jeep''s passenger door when he realized he had lost Cally. He looked back to see her eyes closed, head raised to the mid-morning sky with an indescribable smile on her face.


    She suddenly looked at him and said, "CHEESECAKE!" Her eyes closed again and she took a deep breath, "I smell cheesecake and chocolate and hmm and Doughnuts! There''s a bakery uhh, over here." And with that Cally took off down the street. Marcus shook his head closed the jeep door and followed. It looked like someone needed a sugar fix this morning. Cally had already sprinted away and was entering the bakery. Marcus smiled, as he briefly considered if she was this enthusiastic about everything...


    Cally was thrilled, cheesecake covered in miniature dark chocolate kisses, AH! Heaven! "I need 2 cheesecakes, oh cut me a slice for now, and um, 3 dozen doughnuts. What kind? ahh some of everything of course. And uhh Marcus would you like anything?" Cally was smiling brilliantly at Marcus as he entered. he simply shookhis head. "Mmm kay, oh and a glass of milk too." Marcus collected her purchases as she wolfed down (pun intended) her cheesecake and milk. "So delicious." she murmured as she licked at her milk mustache. Marcus was unaware of his smile as he stared at the vibrant girl before him.


    Cally held the door so Marcus could lead the way back to the SUV. Now that herstomach was happy it was time to remember she must follow behind Marcus whenever possible. She absolutely cannot pass up the chance of that scenery. "Marcus, you were saying something about a relayed call?" "Ah, yes, The call was a little garbled, But what I got was,''Is she there? Tell her I come. to wait Ivar''; Do you know if this is intended to be for you?" Another head tilt, "Probably." This time Cally opened the back door of the Jeep so Marcus could load her delicacies.


    Marcus handed Cally into the SUV and then drove her back into Clan Home. " Cally do you need anything else for now? I need to handle a few matters in my office if not." She smiled and shook her head, "No, I shouldn''t leave the girls for too long and we have doughnuts."


    "Hmm, the girls, They are recent werewolf victims? Jake MacT¨ªre made them?" Cally nodded without other comment. Marcus continued, "Jake MacT¨ªre was old and strong. We had sent a full team to take him out when we got the first report ofhis madness but were too late." he glanced at the beautiful golden hair that was hiding her face as her head was bowed forward. "Someone had blown the place to hell. Nothing was left. Was that Rebecca?" A guilty face looked up with a mouth full of doughnut, "uh uh" She swallowed, "That was me!" "Umm so do you want a bite of doughnut? I, Uh, could share."


    "No thank you. I had breakfast much earlier. Was Rebecca injured when she took out MacT¨ªre?" *Pfft* "Please!" Cally was slightly indignant, "Becca could have been run over by an M1A1 Abrams tank and still serve tea! No doughnuts for you!" Marcus noted the second military term and responded, "I''m sorry but not having met Rebecca, I have questions about her and the Wotan clan." A second doughnut disappeared, "Mmm kay," "The team I had sent had med techs with them because we expected casualties." Cally frowned, "The only casualties left were the girls." "No, I mean we expected some of the squad to have injuries. It was expected to be a tough fight."

 16 Council

    Marcus dropped Cally off in front of guild hall and drove himself to the underground parking area. It was simply more convenient for him to do this than the standard valet parking that had taken care of Cally earlier in the day. This also freed up the valet to carry pastries. Leaving his SUV Marcus called the clinic that was treating the Red Cliffs werewolves for a medical up date. The clinic was close by guild hall and could handle almost any werewolf emergency. Broken bones take time to heal even for werewolves but all of Catherine''s people had healed enough to leave. The only wolf still in the clinic was Tom Richardson with the pulverized knee.


    Richardson was a cruel bastard. Marcus expected he would try to cause problems for the Wotan women at least until Jean Michel intervened. Marcus shook off thoughts of future problems and entered the lift that was beside his parking space. Being head of security allowed him to have perfect access to his car and office. The elevator opened beside both. Walking into his office he was met with not just one but several council members. Thankfully Catherine wasn''t there, "Ladies and gentlemen of the council how may I be of service?" Marcus eyed the members. Their moods seemed quite agitated.


    Renard was one of the older wolves, he answered for all of them, "Is she here? Where is she? Is she angry? How many of Catherine''s people did she kill?" Renard didn''t seem to be slowing down with his questions so Marcus waved a hand in front of his face to gain his attention. "Please slow down, step into the conference room and I will tell you everything I know. Will this suffice?"The small knot of werewolf politicians preceded Marcus to the conference room and sat. They watched as he entered with fixed attention. "Her name is Cally Wotan. She says Rebecca is no longer with us. I just got back from taking her to see Olen and making arrangements for him. I believe she means to give him a full Viking funeral in 4 days. "


    Renard spoke up again, "Catherine''s people, what did they do to upset her? Did she kill them?" This was a most pressing issue to the half dozen werewolf leaders. A pissed off Wotan is a pissed off volcano. Marcus then took his seat at the head of the table. They had after all come to him. "Cally is a young girl. She seems to be very high strung. Choking Councilwoman Rosemount one moment and then bouncing around a room the next. However she is very focused on handling Olen''s affairs at the moment and that maybe part of why she attacked Rosemount''s people. They entered Olen''s rooms and were packing up his things to supposedly to move Councilwoman Rosemount in. I just spoke to the clinic, Cally broke bones on all them except Tom Richardson so they have been treated and released."


    The only female in the room, Councilwoman Angela Perez, frowned and said, "Catherine is a fool. She probably has no understanding of the position and power of the Wotan Clan. They are incredibly lucky it wasn''t Becca or Marta. Either of them would have stripped their bloody pelts and hung them on the door. That bastard Richardson, tell me she killed him at least?" Angela had had her own run ins with Richardson. He was well known not to behave well around women.


    Renard sat and thought for several moments as the other councilmen talked excitedly. A big bear of a man, most automatically followed his lead. He finally said, "No, she acted as she did because wolves entered her domain without permission. Perfectly understandable. Cally? you said? She will be more easy going than what we knew or remember of Rebecca and Marta. What did Richardson do to receive different treatment?" Looking at Marcus; Renard was a leader of the council and others naturally followed his orders but Marcus was undeniably the man in charge of security of Clan Home.


    "Cally has two newly turned wolves with her. I believe Richardson got to close to them during the confrontation. Cally crushed his knee. He will be lucky if they can save the leg. I personally have never seen bone crushed to that extent that wasn''t done by mechanical methods." Marcus was interested in the reactions of the council members. They all seemed relieved!


    "So at this moment she is, where? Back at guild hall? " Angela looked at her fellow council members, "Should we prepare gifts? Go visit? I have never met the Wotan. What is the proper procedure?" All eyes turned to Marcus as he had interacted with her. "When she left me at the front hall she had cheesecake and doughnuts headed to her rooms."


    "No no we mustn''t disturb her right now. We will wait til she leaves her rooms." exclaimed Renard. He had got between Rebecca and food once. She was scary. The council quickly left to update their clans on the changes at Clan Home. The Wotan was home.

 17 Archives

    Marcus sat in the now empty conference room. Obviously there was much he didn''t know about the Wotan. He had made assumptions that were in error. The council members that were here minutes ago knew things from previous or was it past versions of the Wotan? He shook his head in contemplation. He had seen evidence of incredible strength, beauty, compassion and humor. Cally was also very serious in regards to handling Olen''s final affairs. What was the real story of the Wotan Chief?


    He reached for his cell, thought a moment and called archives. If anyone wanted to know anything about the clans, packs, and the history of werewolves; they should start their quest for knowledge with Sarah in archives. She had the information at her fingertips. But he would dare say she had the information in her head. The phone rang at the other end for some minutes, Sarah hadan old fashioned rotary dial phone in archives with no answering machine. She had just recently allowed in computers but didn''t have the internet! To request information you must write letters or get her to answer the bloody phone!


    Finally, she answered, "This is Sarah." "Sarah, this is Marcus Knight. Can you you send me whatever pertinent information you have on the Wotan clan and it''s previous chiefs?"A few seconds of silence followed, "Nope." What a day he was having. He looked at his phone to check, yes he had called Sarah/Archives. "May I ask why?"


    Sarah was from a long line of librarians who had served werewolf society and more recently in the Clan Home archives. How best to answer? "Marcus, you know the the bunker? The storage space where you have to ask months in advance to walk into?" He did. When he became the head over security, Olen had told him the most critical storage facility that could not be breached even if it meant destroying it, was the bunker. "Yes."


    "Marcus, everything in the bunker is about the Wotan clan and it''s Alpha." Sarah sighed, "You must have met the new Alpha and are at a loss? I''ll come over and try to answer your questions." She hung up before Marcus could respond. Sarah stood still a moment; she could not have been more excited in her heart than if she had won the lottery. She had won the lottery! She was going to meet the new Wotan! She contemplated, her Mom had told her the past 3 Alphas from the past 700 years had a sweet tooth. If she came bearing cookies she could probably have a sit down chat with the new Alpha. She and Olen had talked many times so she was expecting Cally.


    Sarah walked into guild hall in a pretty floral dress with low heels. She appeared as a young pleasant looking woman with short brown hair. She headed straight to Marcus'' office and knocked briefly. An immediate ''Come in'' and she casually walked in. Marcus stood as the archivist entered. Hegestured to a chair andresumed his seat. "Thank you for coming over." "Don''t mention it. What can I tell you?" Marcus thought it over and said, "The entire bunker is about the Wotan Clan?" A nod. "I suppose telling me everything is not realistic." Head shaking in the negative. "Okay, what do you think I need to know?"


    "We, Olen and I, prepared youa packet. This explains the special laws, privileges of the Wotan clan. It covers the general temperament of past Alphas as we decided that this was the best way to predict possible characteristics of the current Alpha. It also gives an overview of past abilities of the Wotan. Olen and I listed known abilities that were evident in 2 or more Alphas."


    ''Olen",sighed Marcus. He had been thinking Olen, his closest friend since coming to Clan Home had decided to let him be tossed by the wind without even a sail. "Good good." Sarah placed the folder down on his desk. "Thank you. I am sure this will be very helpful." Marcus put his hands together under his chin in contemplation. "So you''re saying Cally is unique in regards to clan laws and has some type of special abilities?"


    "Marcus, who owns the property of Clan Home and surrounding acreage?" A very surprised look appeared on his face. "As far as I know Olen managed it for the Clan HomeAssociation." Sarah smiled and again shook her head negatively, "Olen managed it for Wotan International." "At the turn of the 18th century Marta was traveling along the coast she found a small Native American hunter-gatherer tribe here. I believe there were just 25 members or so. They were dying out and would be gone as soon as the American government took over the state. Marta made a deal, in exchange for the land here, she made them werewolves. It was the only time in the Wotan clan history that we know of; that she changed anyone. Let alone an entire people. She then first registered the property deed with the Spanish government and then with each succeeding government. The Wotan is old, so old only she knows how old, if she even knows. She has bought and maintained properties world wide for centuries." Sarah stood and smiled, "Read the packet. You will find that Clan Home Association is a subsidiary of Wotan International."


    "Now, I am very excited to meet Cally, the cafeteria has made me several dozen cookies for her. If you have any further questions call me later this evening at my home." And with that and a swish of skirts she was gone. Marcus leaned back in his executive chair, he smiled and thought ''that little girl is everyone''s boss?''

 18 Cookies!

    Sarah was very excited to meet Cally. Her Mother had met the previous 2 incarnations of the Wotan. Sarah''s Grandmother had known Marta and the one previous to her. It could be said the women of her family were groupies. Meticulously following all things Wotan related. Sarah had ordered 5 dozen cookies from the cafeteria which was located on the first sub-basement level. She had chocolate chip, peanut butter (what wolf didn''t like peanut butter?), macadamia, sugar cookies and butter pecan cookies.


    Sarah was jittery with her excitement. She held a large bakery box in front of her as she ascended the 2 levels to Olen''s old suite of rooms. No, no Cally''s rooms, Becca hadthe building and rooms designed after all and they were filled with her treasures. She had questions upon questions floating around in her head she desperately wanted to ask. Her shoulder bag was full of notebooks and pens to keep track of what she wanted to ask. Oh My God! to add to the known information in the bunker was such lifelong quest. She just hoped Cally would give her a few minutes. A few minutes was all she could dream of right now.


    The elevator doors opened and a bright beautiful girl stood there sniffing the air. Sarah was stunned. Before she had a chance to step back or step off the elevator, her cookie box was snatched and disappeared down the short hallway! "COOKIES! ME WANT COOKIE! OM NOM NOM NOM!" And the elevator doors started to close. *Wait what just happened? Sarah stabbed at the open door button and exited the elevator. She was librarian for god''s sake! Someone just shouted a Cookie Monster quote at her and ran off with hercookies. She shook her head, and smiled. Cally, who else? Sarah walked down the hall, it was just a couple hours since there were bodies in the hallway, but guild hall had excellent cleaners. You need excellent cleaners for a bunch of werewolves.


    Sarah approached the Wotan''s open door and peered in. Two girls seemed half comatose on the sofas and the cookie thief was ripping into the cookie box. "Excuse me? Can I come in? The door is open, oh!" A bright beautiful head looked up, chewing quickly, "nom om nomm."The shining head was moving up and down, yes...


    In a deep voice, "I''d give you a cookie, but I ate it."In her best Cookie Monster imitation, which wasn''t half bad. Delighted laughter followed. "Chocolate chips are all gone." Serious contemplation appeared on her face as she stared into the box. "Want a sugar cookie, Sarah?"


    "Ah! you know me? You know my name? This is sooo awesome!"Sarah hurried in and sat in a comfy chair across from Cally. She glanced at the 2 girls laying on the sofas and turned back to Cally with an obvious question in her eyes. "Don''t mind them they can''t hold their cheesecake." "Food coma."


    "Of course I know you. You smell like your Mom, Gladys." A human would be appalled by being compared to her Mother''s smell but Sarah was wolf. She teared up immediately; she was so happy. Cally looked up, handed her a sugar cookie and smiled, in Cookie Monster''s voice she said, "Keep Calm and Eat a Cookie."


    Sarah and Cally shared the box of cookies the rest of the afternoon. Chatting and laughing as if they had known each other for decades. Jessie and Abby were finally able to rouse themselves and join in the conversation. Cally gently nudged them into telling Sarah about their conversion. It needed to be recorded and the more they could talk it through the easier Cally believed it would be for them. As evening arrived, Cally watched the darkening sky. She asked Sarah to go with the girls to the cafeteria for dinner. She needed to go out again to see some old friends. Letting the girls hide in the room wasn''t a good option and meeting the people that were regulars in guild hall was better sooner rather than later kind of deal.


    Seeing the girls off, Cally''s happy go lucky smile faded. With a total absence of expression on her face she headed to her bedroom. Olen had maintained a wardrobe of clothes for her. Certain clothing would always be available for her. Olen took care of so many details for her. She knew he loved Becca more than anything. That was partly why she stayed away and only allowed him to come to her occasionally. His emotions battered at her. Knowing what her bloodline was feeling was another gift /curse. She chose thick soled boots, heavy denim jeans, a black tee and a black leather jacket. She tied her hair back and made her way out of the building.


    Marcus had delegated his incoming phone calls to others. He had spent his afternoon looking through the paperwork put together for him by Olen and Sarah. Olen had made it very clear, Cally was not the same as Becca and Marta. Her appearance, personality, mannerisms, and memories would be different. Cally could call up those memories if she so chose. But she more than likely wouldn''t want to pull up painful memories. The documents mainly covered information on Rebecca 1865-2018, Marta 1607-1865 and Joanna 1310-1607. This information was about their tempers, strengths, weaknesses, and abilities outside the norm of other wolves.


    He was still reading over the information when he received a message someone was seen stealthily leaving guild hall and heading towards a cove to the north of Clan Home. Checking the video feed, Marcus saw Cally not sneaking away so much as blending in to the night. Without further thought he told his subordinate she was a known resident and he would handle it. He was going to have to make sure all of his security teams was made aware of her. He quickly headed out to follow behind.

 19 Youre too Young

    Marcus quickly left guild hall and headed north. He could easily follow Cally''s scent as he had her in his car earlier in the day. She had a unique scent; as he thought about it, she smelled musky and like wind blowing through orange trees. He didn''t believe she was wearing any perfume. Most wolves didn''t like to. She was headed towards the cove where Olen had his dragon ship.


    As Marcus followed behind he believed it was obvious She was going to the cove. However when he should have caught up to her once reaching the sandy beach of the cove her delightful scent suddenly took the path directly going east into the trees from the beach. Marcus stood still and looked at the scene of the cove for a moment. The dragon ship bobbing gently on the tide, a cabana to the left edge of the cove, wooden beach chairs, and electrified torches to give an authentic look to the viking''s ship. Olen had spent a lot of time at the cove. Marcus sighed, shook his head and moved inland.


    He was getting closer to Cally based on her scent. He stopped and looked about the path; he was about a mile from the beach at this point. It was full dark but wolves have excellent night vision. Her delightful scent told him she should be standing right in front of him. But where was she? At this exact moment a figure dropped down from an overhead tree branch. She had her ankles hooked around the branch. Her bright shining hair hanging down towards the ground. Her position on the tree looked similar to the hanged man in tarot cards. Her smiling face was even with his and no more than 12 inches away.


    "Marcus..." a long sigh "Marcus, are you following me?" Cally was delighted. Her beautiful man had followed. How wonderful! She started to slowly sway in a non-existent breeze. Just fractions of an inch closer to that face she was so enthralled with. Marcus simply nodded and asked,"Where you waiting on me?" "Hmmph, you''re one of those." "Oh? one of those what?" Marcus had to give a slight smile at the impossible girl before him. "You''re one of those that answer questions with another question." She considered him by tilting her head a bit. "You never answered my other question." "And which question was that?"


    "Are you mated?" Her hands came together under her chin as if in a plea. Marcus shook his head in bemusement. "No." Her swaying became a little more pronounced and then suddenly stopped. She started muttering, ''It''s the 21st century-I know-we should ask-it''s embarrassing-we have to ask- no we don''t--do you remember Montgomery Clift? sigh...'' She started her slight swaying movements again and looked directly into Marcus'' eyes. He could see the starlight reflected there. "What are you talking to yourself about?" Because he could not fathom what she was talking to herself about.


    She waved a hand in front of him as if to wipe out marks on a board. "Don''t mind me. I am still a little Schizophrenic. Ummm so no girl friend right?" He shook his head again. She smiled and nervously asked, "Umm no boyfriend, either?" Marcus leaned back on his heels. "Ah," He smiled at her and put his hands in his pockets and stood looking at her. The curse, ''May you live in interesting times'' , he wondered who had thrown that at him. It was probably Olen the old bastard.


    Cally started swaying a little more frantically. "Um, you haven''t answered. It''s ok if you are that way. Umm." "I''m not. Nor do I have a boyfriend, girlfriend or should you ask later, furry friend." *Furry friend, what the heck is that about* She shook it off. he''s unentangled. He''s free! Oh my! "So, would you be interested in dating me?" "You''re too young." Marcus threw that out there to see her response. If he had slapped her she would not have been more shocked. She was absolutely frozen before her brain could catch up with his comment.


    Cally smiled slowly to a full fledged grin. She started swinging closer and closer to Marcus'' face. He was good, very good. She needed someone to mentally challenge her. "You know---I''ll be older tomorrow." And with that she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed his lips as if he was the best tasting dish she had ever found.

 20 Kisses

    In all his years Marcus had never been in this position. A beautiful, strange girl was hanging upside down from a tree, assaulting his lips. It was a rather gentle assault. Cally licked and gently sucked his lower lip then she would move to his upper lip licking it with gentle little strokes before giving it another suck. She then nibbled along his mouth. As she was about to finish her kisses, Marcus raised both hands to grasp her arms. Holding her arms in a tight embrace her pulled her closer and forcefully plunged his tongue into her mouth.


    Cally stiffened immediately and opened her eyes. Staring at that bold face she instantly surrendered to the plunging of his tongue into her mouth. ''Wow he tastes so good was the first thought flitting through her mind. Other thoughts included "damn he''s good" "he doesn''t need to ever stop". But stop he did after sucking rather forcefully on her lips. "Cally." "mm?" Cally." "mm hmm?" "Cally!" Dazed She opened her eyes, "Yes? my Darling?" Marcus shook his head in amusement at the girl he was holding by her upper arms. "Cally you let go of the tree limb. You''re going to fall."


    "Ah! well it''s your fault! Launching a sneak attack on such an innocent little girl! Of course I lost my sense of being." She firmly believed that when in the wrong to attack. It throws people off. Marcus was not distracted by her comments. "Cally how do you plan to get out of this situation?" *sigh* ''Thinking on him being a party pooper,'' "On the count of 3 let go. Ready? 1-2-3!" Marcus released her and she instantaneously flipped backwards. She landed on her feet facing away from Marcus. It was a neat feat to not bash him in the head as she flipped over. Adjusting her clothes, she smiled at him over her shoulder. "Are you coming along with me?" "And where are we going?"


    "To see some old friends. I want to talk to.I need to talk to them about Olen and stuff.." Marcus thought of his conversation with Sarah and asked, "The native American tribe you changed into wolves?" Cally had started walking away and stopped dead. "Where in the world did you get that idea! I have never ever changed peoples! The very idea!" Stomping away at a quick pace Cally was ticked and muttering. ''Bunch of fibbers, making crap up when they don''t know the whole truth and nothing but the truth, baboons think oh well I am better than you because the Wotan made me, sorry aggravating twits.''


    Catching up to the fuming Wotan; Marcus smiled at all the mutterings. It was a slight lifting of the lips but those who knew him would be shocked at his expression. Indeed he had smiled today more than he had in the past year. "Sarah told me that in exchange for all this land you changed a tribe that was becoming extinct. Is this not true and are we not going to visit them?" "NO!" Cally looked at Marcus who was easily keeping pace with her hurried pace and slowed down. "No. Back before this was a state I found a group of

 21 Story Telling

    "Elders, I have a request." The Chieftain, nodded and said, "Please, anything we can do." "If you could, will you tell Marcus how you became wolves? You know me, I hate to dwell on the past." The Chieftain smiled and nodded. Of course they knew she hated to remember. Was she not the second Wotan since Marta had come to them? "Of course, this is no problem but first we need drinks and snacks! To tell stories we must do this right!" The other men quickly left and soon returned with their wives and older children. Young ones were in bed of course. Kegs of beer, bottles of wine, skewers of meat and vegetables were brought out to roast on the fire.


    Marcus noticed that the preparations happened very quickly so he asked the Chieftain, "You planned this in advance?" The

 22 Gathering

Marcus glanced at Cally in the backseat. She appeared lost in thought. "Cally." She looked up at him and focused, "Hmm?" "How did Sarah in archives get the story so wrong about you and the

 23 Gathering 2

    After finishing his coffee Marcus noted that the eating hall was spick and span. Wolves were starting to look for things to clean. "Umm Cally, perhaps you should tell them that''s good enough." Cally had been eating on a plate of bacon and drinking her milk. She had lost interest in watching the rushing wolves when her some of her food arrived. Clearly dragging in a ladder to wipe down the ceilings was a bit much. Cally stood up, "Thank you all. You have done a good job. You can go back to your breakfast or whateve

 24 Gathering 3

    Until the day of the funeral Cally mostly stayed in her rooms with Jessie and Abby. Cally did this for many reasons. She wanted to keep Jessie and Abby away from so many new and strange wolves. She didn''t want to deal with the wolves that were curiosity seekers, power hungry, frightened, and just all around pain in the asses. But they came to her door anyway. The council finally came the day before the funeral, minus Catherine Rosemount. Catherine couldn''t have crossed the threshold anyway.


    The council came prepared with cookies, (they had good intel) cakes, fruit, and as many delicacies as they could carry. They were welcomed in with open arms. Jessie looking at all the desserts asked her bff Abby, "Do werewolves get fat? Have you seen any fat ones yet?" Abby was also worried about the endless supply of calories and whispered, "I don''t know. I haven''t seen any fat ones but that doesn''t mean anything...." Cally who could hear a pin drop anywhere in her rooms called out, "The only way a werewolf will get fat is if she gets pregnant." Jessie and Abby had complicated expressions after hearing this. They suddenly had wild thoughts of birthing puppies, doggy style sex, OMG! Jessie grabbed Abby by the arm, "We are NEVER going to talk about this again. Do you understand?"


    The council stayed in Cally''s suite for several hours. There are supposed to be about 14 members at any given time. Each council man or woman representing the different clans. In this case, size really does matter. If a clan could not boast at least a 1000 then they did not get a seat on the council. Councilwoman Angela Perez was an at large member of the council. She represented the various individual packs and smaller clans. This was why she was familiar with the bullying of Tom Richardson. She didn''t have a strong backer like Catherine with the huge Red Cliffs clan.


    None of the council wanted to leave while any other council member stayed to possibly gain an advantage. Jessie and Abby got bored after an hour or so and went to sunbathe on the balcony. Cally watched them go with almost envy in her eyes. Cally responded to the many questions; such as would she be staying? "Yes for a time." Would she be sitting on the council in Olen''s place?"When she felt like it." What about Wotan International finances? "What''s it to you?" Renard who had presumptuously asked this question hastily backed tracked, "No, No, what I meant was umm Clan Home. Clan Home finances have all been arranged by Olen, yes?"


    "Olen had moved away from the daily operations of Wotan. He had arranged for managers to begin dispersing monies to Clan Home and shouldering many of the other responsibilities." Repressively Cally asked, "I hope this meets with everyone''s approval?"Heads bobbed vigorously. Very quickly after these comments the council found excuses to depart. Cally asked Angela Perez to stay. The other members did not envy her. The Wotan was in a bad mood therefore getting out alive was best. "I thought they would never leave." Cally moved off into her bedroom and began changing into a swimsuit. "Councilwoman Perez, may I call you Angela? " Cally took this for granted and then asked,"Would you care to join me and the girls for some sun bathing?"


    Angela was confused as to why she had been asked to stay behind. "You asked me to stay behind to sunbathe?""Well, I''m going to soak up some sun. You can do whatever. But I wanted to ask you some questions about the council and stuff. If you want to get sweaty while answering me, why should I care?" Angela decided changing into the proffered suit was her best option. Cally didn''t appear to be upset and was smiling slightly even.


    All 4 woman got stretched out on the chaise lounges available on the balcony. Angela thought it quite decadent with iced strawberry lemonades and chocolates. Soft music played and the sun felt very nice beating down on them. Angela never got to relax much as she represented so many constituents from so many backgrounds. "Chieftain Wotan.."Cally interrupted, "That sounds silly. Call me Cally."Angela stuttered, "I, I thank you C Cally. Umm you wanted to ask me questions?"


    "I did?" Cally muttered. "Sure, fine. How''s things going for our at large member?" No one ever asked how her day was except her staff. Angela was surprised and after a slow start talked until all the lemonade was gone. She talked through all the Sangria-esque, wine spritzers which she had made. She somehow poured out every grievance she had bottled up inside. Until Angela spoke of some them she had not realized how much she was bothered by them. When she finally ran out of steam she stared in shocked amazement at Cally and the girls. "I don''t know why I said all that!" Abby smiled and drank more wine, "It''s Cally''s Professor X''s powers."

 25 Goodbye

    The day of Olen''s funeral was miserable. It was raining and overcast from dawn until near dusk. Cally had planned for his funeral to begin as the sun sank below the western skies. The hearse brought Olen to the cove as planned. Cally waited by the hearse and when his casket was rolled out, she surprised everyone present by asking for it to be opened. The cove around Olen''s longship was overflowing with people like an over full amphitheater. And with the sun dipping into the ocean it gave the impression the water was on fire. It was perfect for Olen''s funeral.


    Cally looked at her dear Olen''s face. Marcus was nearby and was expecting to be called as a pallbearer. He was gazing at Cally''s face as she tenderly looked upon Olen''s face. To everyone who could clearly see her at this moment, it was the same loving expression a Mother would give her child. Cally reached into the casket and lifted Olen out. She cradled him in her arms as a Mother would carry her sleeping child. In size Olen was twice as big as Cally but she carried him with the same ease as if carrying a newborn. In a loud a voice Cally called out, " Olen Hamundarson, son of H¨¢mundr Gunnarsson, Viking, warrior, invincible in combat, wise and loyal." Cally turned and walked towards Olen''s ship.


    She had been busy today in the rain and mist preparing his fur covered bed surrounded by food and drink offerings. The heavens wept for her as she didn''t think she could cry. Cally hadn''t minded the tears falling from the heavens at all. She continued calling out Olen''s achievements and victories. "He foughtBrian Boru, High King of Ireland at the Battle of Clontarf. He helped defeatKing Bagrat IV at the battle of Sasireti. He rained down defeat on all his enemies. He was with Sigurd I of Norway during the first crusade." Cally slowly walked up the gang way of the ship never stopping in her Eulogy. Loudly proclaiming all of Olen''s successful battles and conflicts until she gently laid Olen in his bed. She then looked to the darkening skies, "He was at Antietam and Gettysburg. He brought honor to his Father''s name! Recieve this warrior intoValhalla to drink mead with the other einherjar, to await Heimdall raising Gjallarhorn to sound the beginning of Ragnar?k.!"


    Cally reached down and grabbed a dirk that lay on the bed, she slashed her hand and held it up to the skies as blood dripped down. "I swear as one who was once known as Gunnr, I will lay waste to Asgard itself if this great warrior is not taken home!" With that Cally turned and flung out her hand spraying blood across the planks. Everyone had been completely silent up to this point but with the spraying of her blood, roars and shouts filled the cove. It was as sudden as a cork leaving a bottle.Cally walked down the gangway and kicked it aside and it splashed into the outgoing tide. Cally looked over at Marcus, "Marcus, Renard, clan leaders, if you would put your backs into it and push this dragonship out."


    Marcus had wanted to help carry his friend to his final rest. But this was better; this was what Olen had wanted. Thinking of Olen''s last words. Cally had indeed given him a Viking funeral. As he and the other male clan leaders pushed the longship with ease off of the beach; he saw Cally fling the small dagger and cut the rigging that allowed the square sail to fall into place. Marcus and the others waded out chest deep pushing the longship with its shallow bottom. Once they were several yards off the beach, all together, with no words spoken, they gave a final shove and the ship began to move with wind in it''s sail. They stood there and watched as the ship slowly gained momentum being pulled out into open water by currents and the wind.


    After 20 minutes or so the ship had made it to a distance of perhaps a kilometer or more when Marcus saw the first fiery arrow fly towards the ship. The arrow struck right in the middle, near the mast. The skill was astonishing. Everyone looked and tried to follow the trajectory of the arrow when a barrage of flaming arrows followed. The image of the fiery barrage was beautiful in the night sky. Without exception all the arrows struck the dragonship as it rode the currents.


    Marcus could easily make out a group of people on the northern cliff above the cove. If he wasn''t sadly mistaken it was the

 26 New Day

    Cally woke early despite the long night. The sky was barely turning the sky a pearly white when she walked downstairs and entered Marcus'' office spaces. Already there was a beehive of activity. Some of the hundreds of visitors were leaving in the next couple of days. Dozens and dozens more wanted new documents and other official paperwork. Clan Home was the best place in the world for fake documents. Where else could a 200 year old wolf get a reasonable driver''s license for Oshkosh, Wisconsin?She instantly caused a stir. Who didn''t know who and what she was by now?


    Cally looked around and walked to the nearest person. "Excuse me, who would be best to handle new documents for me and my 2 new wolves? I am in no rush but we will need to get it taken care of." Josie Walker looked up and was startled to see THE VIP in front of her. "Umm, uh, any of us can help you." "Okay, cool. The girls and I will give y''all a few days for everything to calm down and come back to see you." Cally looked at the nameplate on the desk, "Josie. Is Marcus in yet?" "Sure we don''t think he ever leaves."


    Cally walked into Marcus'' office and casually sat in the visitors chair. Marcus was reading emails on his computer and said, "Give me a minute." Cally crossed her legs under her and closely watched Marcus as he dealt with his duties. Marcus finally looked up and asked, "Cally is there anything I can help you with this morning?" "Nope." He sat back in his chair and looked at the fresh pretty face before him. "So, you came to see me because?"


    "I just wanted to see you." Cally tilted her head to the side. He did indeed look fine this morning. Marcus probably had a few dozen shirts in various shades of dismal. Black, brown, and grey seemed to be his only choices. Marcus would look fabulous in something that showed off the gold flecks in his eyes. Of course she thought he looked fabulous in or out of clothing. Hmm, head tilted the other way, ''out of clothing.'' "Cally, if you don''t need me for something I really have quite a lot of work to get done." This brought her back to her senses. "Oh, well I figure you will be needing my help in a few minutes."


    "And how do you figure that?" Marcus steepled his hands together under his chin as he gave her serious appraisal. Cally smiled and looked at the clock on the wall. As the clock hand struck 7 am, his phone started ringing. Cally smiled even wider. Marcus looked from Cally to the phone and finally answered, "This is Marcus." On the other end a slightly agitated Jean Michel spoke, "Marcus it is very important that I speak to Rebecca Wotan, right away." Voices in the background could be heard correcting him. "Yes, yes, the new one. Cally, I need to speak to her." Jean Michel had dutifully arrived the day before the funeral and delivered his birch tree to guild hall but had not seen Cally. He was anxious in the extreme to discuss the crown his daughter had sent off for appraisal. She must get her willfulness from her Mother''s side.


    Marcus looked at the smiling cherry red lips in front of him. He felt at this moment he could bite them. "It''s for you." As he handed over the phone. Cally could hear Jean Michel. She knew who had called. But how did she know he would? "Jean Michel, how are you?" Silence reigned in Rouge Chateau. Jean Michel thought he would have a few minutes to gather his thoughts before speaking to her. A forwarded call, but instead she was beside Marcus when he called. "Umm, Cccally. You received the tree? It was satisfactory?" He stumbled over her name. Nervous much? "Indeed, I have placed it onmy balcony until I decide where to plant it in honor of Olen." "Good, tr¨¨s bon! Cally, my daughter tells me we have prepared a surprise for you. Umm, it was originally a surprise for Olen. We took the initiative to send the ''Joanna crown'' to be cleaned and restored. We have spent alot of monies to take care of this properly and to return to you a perfectly restored crown into your hands." He was starting to ramble and realized and quickly shut up. "This is, acceptable to the Wotan?" He was also lying through his teeth. Catherine had stolen it and he was trying to save them all at this point.


    "Why, Jean Michel, how thoughtful. Taking other peoples things and returning them in better condition is of course, kind of, acceptable. When will my treasure be returned?" "Yes, yes, umm I have personally spoken to Sotheby''s several times. They are carefully inspecting the crown as we speak. They were so excited to see such a rare 13th century European crown. They spoke of x-rays and fluorescent things that I don''t understand..." a nervous laugh followed. "It will be a few weeks while they have various experts examine the crown."


    "Jean Michel, I expect my things tobe returned in the next few months or you will be hard pressed to explain. Do you understand?" And with that she hung up on him. Jean Michel staggered to a chair and sat shaking. His daughter was mystified by her Father''s actions. She had never seen him nervous or upset until this woman appeared. It made no sense at all! Where was her Father, her knight in shining armor to defend her and destroy this evil bitch Cally?

 27 New Day 2

    Cally handed the phone back to Marcus. "So have you had breakfast?" she asked. Marcus was nearing 150 years. He thought he had seen nearly everything. He thought he had a clear understanding of their world. Right up till Olen passed, he thought he had a certain amount of control over his world. He liked the control that time and experience gives one. Cally was like a whirlwind. He just had toomany questions about her for his peace of mind.


    "Yes, I had something sent up earlier. Cally how did you know Rosemount would call?" Cally was slightly disappointed he had eaten already. "Oh, easy peasy, Jean Michel is a creature of habit. He would wait until official office hours to contact you. Yours was the phone I used to speak to him before with. And he would be too nervous to try to come to my door knowing that my priceless jewels had been taken away." "So you knew something was missing?" "Certainly, I could smell anything that had left my rooms. The crown was kept in an oaken box with a satin liner. All distinctive smells. I knew it had left my rooms but was not in the mood at that time to chase after it. If it was still on the premises it would have been returned by nightfall."


    Marcus followed the perfect logic of her explanation. However he was aware that for her to smell an object and identify it after not seeing it for so long was of course again amazing. Marcus noticed a certain smile had just come across her face. "What?" he asked. That was a sneaky smile if he ever saw one. "Have you had dinner?'' she asked. "Cally it''s 7 in the morning. I just had breakfast." Ah! he saw the trap too late. "Cool! I''ll pick you up at 7 tonight then. Good for you?" She quickly stood up and started for the door.


    Cally took a couple of steps toward the door and stopped. She took a deep breath and without turning said to him, "Marcus, I know you are interested in me at least a little romantically after the kiss we shared. I also know that you are weary of me because I am different than anything you have ever come across." Cally had been looking down at the carpet; she sighed and looked out the window and continued, " You want to understand me more before you want to get into a relationship with me. Caution is a good thing. But please don''t try to understand everything about me before giving me a chance. I am old, so old that no one should want me. But what you see, what you should be seeing is a new me." Cally laughed derisively, she glanced over her shoulder, "You could look at it as if I am newly out of rehab and starting fresh. See you tonight?" This time she asked.


    Marcus stood and walked around his desk. He grabbed her hands and turned her around to face him. He looked at her lovely face for a quiet moment and said, " I am not a hesitant man nor am I afraid of the unexpected." He gave her a rare smile. It filled his usually stern face. " You weren''t born yesterday. More like a little more than week ago. We just met after all. To me being near you is like watching a tightly wrapped rose bud blooming. So if you will allow this old wolf? I shall pick YOU up at 7 tonight." With that he leaned forward and pushed his face into the area between her chin and collarbone and breathed her in.


    He pulled her scent deep into his lungs. It was a highly intimate thing to do especially for wolves. Her skin was as soft as a petal and her smell went straight to his head. Cally stood still. She thought over his words and more than that his actions. When he raised his head she gave him her beautiful smile. She raised a hand and caressed his face briefly. "Thank you Marcus." She opened the door and slipped out. He stood there a few more minutes. Speaking to himself, "You stupid bastard what are you getting yourself into?" This was the feeling he had before he went skydiving the first time.

 28 Date Nigh

    Cally practically danced back to her suite. Jessie and Abby were just waking up as Cally floated in on spring air. Abby looked at the happy dreamy look on Cally and said to Jessie, "Marcus has made her happy." Jessie in turn said,"But HOW did he make her this happy?"


    "YOU! Stop your nonsense. I have a date tonight is all! Come help me pick out my clothes!" Cally rushed off into her bedroom. Jessie and Abby stood helplessly. "She did say her date was tonight? It''s 7 in the bleeding bloody morning! Where''s she going? Timbuctoo?" "I want breakfast, not playing dress up, damn it!" Both muttering and cursing as they followed behind their protector, their sensei, their friend. "Hey! someone call down for breakfast! Tell them we want more bacon this time!" Abby and Jessie did a fist bump with explosion motion withjoy."Gotta love that Wolverine super hearing power!"


    Marcus arrived at 6:59 pm and rang the door buzzer. A young, pretty, and very frazzled exhausted looking wolf opened the door. Jessie leaned on the door frame. "Thank God you''re here. Take her away! Feed her. Fuck her. Do something before she explodes into confetti! We can''t take any more." With that she slid to the floor and closed her eyes. Marcus stared at her in concern and then heard rapid footsteps. Cally hurried into the front room and stopped before Marcus. She was wearing a bright white eyelet dress Her honey colored hair dressed with realistic looking flowers made up of gemstones. "Cally what''s wrong with..." He didn''t know which young wolf it was at his feet. Callywas beaming up at Marcus and hadn''t noticed Jessie. She looked down, "Oh she just can''t handle playing dress up. Don''t worry about her." Cally had never been so callous.


    Cally stepped closer to Marcus, "Where are we going to eat?" And with that he put his arm around her and pulled her into a light hug. "You look beautiful." She blushed from her hair to her toes. They walked through the door together and quietly closed it behind them. Jessie crawled and drug herself over to the couch were Abby laid unnoticed. "Thank you Jesus! If she changed clothes one more time or made us redo her hair or makeup again I would die." Her hair had been up, down, plaited, french braided, twisted, and twirled. Then Cally had tried on all the clothes in the suite. Hers, theirs, it didn''t matter. She had drug them into town and tried on all the clothes from every boutique in town. She had hunted up Sarah and tried all her clothes; twice. It was finally a toss up between black leather and the white virginal eyelet dress. Abby finally spoke after some time had passed, "We deserve chocolate." Jessie murmured from the floor, she hadn''t the strength to get on the coach, "Yeah buckets of chocolate. You call for it." Abby thought for a moment. "Later."


    Marcus led Cally to his waiting car. They made a striking pair. His dark hair versus her honey color. His dark clothing versus her white. His imposing figure compared to her much smaller frame. Oh! How deceiving that image is! Marcus seated Cally and even reached across her to place her seat belt on. Closing her door he walked around and immediately started away from guild hall and Clan Home. Cally turned in her seat, "You didn''t say where we were going?""There''s a nice seafood place down the coast. If that is alright with you?""Anything."


    Marcus drove along the coastal highway and glanced at the girl beside him. "Cally have you ever been mated?" He saw this caused her to tense up a bit before continuing, "You have asked me. I thought it only fair to ask you. And no I am not nor have I ever been a mated wolf." In their society, mated meant for all intents and purposes married. However unlike a human marriage, mating a werewolf was for life.


    Cally tried her best to think how to answer without ruining her date night. "Sigh* I was mated at the time that I was turned." Marcus looked over, she sounded sad and faraway. Cally was staring at the passing scenery. "I was turned. He was not. In the blink of an eye he was gone from my life." Marcus thought she might say more but she didn''t and finally asked, "Why didn''t you change him?"


    Cally turned to him, "He was so beautiful, like you really. Smart, protective, he didn''t understand what had happened to me any more than you understand me now. And truly I had no understanding myself of what I had become. How could I change him, when I didn''t know how?" Cally smiled bitterly, "I don''t want to talk about my past anymore tonight please?" Marcus nodded, "I''m sorry. I have upset you. We will only talk about pleasant things, yes?" Marcus concentrated on his driving for a few minutes. "This place has great calamari." "Do they have fish tacos?"

 29 Date Night 2

    It was a beautiful little restaurant overlooking the Pacific coast. They were shown a table on a wide veranda outside. Candle light illuminated the night along with the waxing of the moon. It would just be a couple more days till the full moon. The full moon in April, the fish moon, so called because this is the time that the shad swim upstream to spawn. Werewolves do so love to get a little crazy during the full moon. Marcus anticipated being busier than normal because so many visitors were still in town. "Cally," "Hmm?" She looked away from the waves and stared at her chosen escort.


    "The full moon is full in 5 days. I will be getting increasingly busy. Let''s plan our next rendezvous for 8 days from now. I''ll cook for us if you are willing to come to me at that time. I do a mean porterhouse steak." Cally''s eyes shined in the dim light with surprise. "Marcus, we have barely started this date and you are planning our next? I... I don''t know what to say." "What do you want to say?" He had expected an immediate answer and was slightly disappointed she didn''t answer immediately.Cally blew out a breathe and smiled, "Christmas came early this year? You can cook? You are willing to cook for me? You are willing to be alone with me? It must be my birthday and Christmas!"


    Marcus laughed, "Yes, Yes, and yes. When is your birthday? By the way?" Even probing into her past didn''t change her pleased smile. "Umm, I have no idea. Probably sometime in May." Their food arrived and they sat quietly enjoying their food with a crisp Sauvignon Blanc. Small talk not involving her past or his work was shared such as shared interests, people that had come and gone from Clan Home, likes and dislikes. Marcus talked of his family and friends. Cally knew several of his family. He liked coconut while she detested it. "If you get beaned in the head enough you wouldn''t like it either." He smiled, "That is a non-sequitur. How did you get hit by multiple coconuts?" "Well there was this not so deserted island. The natives liked to throw coconuts or nux indica at unsuspecting castaways."


    Marcus had never had such a wonderful evening with a beautiful partner. Cally, herself,was wondering how to make the night last for a thousand years. "We need to head back to guild hall, Cally." "I know I know. I just don''t want this to end. Have you ever seen something you wanted so much that you were afraid to look away in case it was gone?" Cally stood and waited by the low railing surrounding the veranda watching the white caps hit the beach as Marcus paid the tab.


    Marcus reached out and lifted her hand to his lips. "Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?" "Not in the last few minutes." She smiled. "Then I am remiss. You, Cally Wotan are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." She bowed her head as she accepted his compliment. "You, Marcus Knightare all my dreams rolled into one package." Her held her hand as he walked her out to the carpark. He again handed her into her seat and buckled her in as before.


    He drove slightly faster back than he had earlier. She leaned her head on his shoulder and continued to hold his hand as he drove. Soft music played. Cally thought everything was idyllic. She didn''t remember the last time she was this content in her heart. She put some effort into thinking. Greece, it was Greece when she was this happy. His name was Eneas, he was human and he had looked almost exactly like Marcus. He sounded like Marcus, he acted like Marcus. She looked at the Adonis beside her. Dear Gods how she hoped she had found him again. Please let him love her like last time.


    Once back at guild hall Marcus handed Cally out of the car as a perfect gentleman. "Cally wouldyou be willing to come to my rooms for a night cap?" Cally looked at him with stars in her eyes. "Marcus, if it''s just a night cap. I''ll be going on to my room. However if it is something more? If you want something more of me. I will be happy to follow you to your rooms." She leaned her body into his and looked up at him. Together they closed the distance and kissed. His tongue pushed into her mouth swiftly. Licking and sucking at her tongue and lips.He pulled her tighter. The kiss was almost bruising in its intensity.When she was almost out of air, his head moved to her neck. Right above her delicate collar bone he sucked and bit strongly. He pulled back looking at his handy work, it wouldn''t last long, but he wanted to see his mark on her. "Yes, my answer is yes."

 30 Please Marcus

    Marcus had an apartment near his offices. He walked towards his rooms with Cally clasping his hand a step behind him. Anyone observing would think he was pulling her along. He opened his door and did give a small jerk to pull her inside before quickly closing the door. She was just inside his home when he turned to her and resumed the passionate kiss. Pressing her against the door as he pushed his entire length against her. She moaned deep in her throat. She grasped his shirt in both hands as she held on.


    He raised her dress up to her hips and then lifted her against the door so she was pressed firmly to his manhood. She felt his belt buckle and zipper moving erotically against her clit. She could feel his growing length in his trousers. Cally pulled his dress shirt from his pants as she moaned continuously. Kicking off her sandals, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Marcus broke the kiss and moved his head to her throat; sucking and biting strongly. Panting she started calling his name in a husky whisper, "Marcus ahhh Marcus please."


    Wiggling her hands in between her chest and his, she ripped the shirt open, sending buttons across the floor. Gripping her ass he raised her up more so he could nuzzle between her breasts. He raised her high enough he was able to see her erect nipples through the dress. He bite down, making her scream. Wrapping one arm around her waist he turned and stripped off his shirt with her help. He walked towards his bedroom with her legs circling his waist. "I want you. I don''t think I can be gentle." He warned her. "Please Marcus." Was her only answer. He dropped her on his bed and followed her down.


    He raised her leg up and pulled off the sexy lingerie without even looking at it. Pulling the dress off next, he whispered, "You are so sexy." As he bit and nipped at her lips. Once he had her naked except for lace thigh high stockings, his hands and mouth roamed all over her silky flesh. His mouth found her apple sized breast, sucking and licking the pink areola. His fingers manipulating the other tip. Cally was feeling the sucking of her breast all the way to her to her clitoris.Blood was beginningto engorge the clitoris and her vagina. Arching her back, curling her toes into the bed covers, she grabbed Marcus'' head sinking her fingers into his inky black hair as she screamed. Marcus released her nipple just as he would pull a lolly pop out out his mouth and looked up her body.Cally''s body was covered in a full-body sexual blush. "You came already? You are so slutty."


    Marcus licked a path down to her mons Venus. Pressing her legs wide apart, he could see she was drenching wet. "Hmm you shaved for me?" Spreading her hidden lips, he slowly, ever so slowly licked from her ass hole to her clitoris. Reaching her clitoris he pushed the hood back and sucked her bean sized clit into his mouth. Cally''s head thrashed around, "MARCUS! Oh My God, Ahhh!"Marcus pulled back stretching the clit just a little before releasing it. Then he blew a gentle breathe on it. A quick lick and then another puff of breathe, he repeated this several times as Cally screamed a second time in orgasm.


    "So slutty, You have already cum twice. Don''t you think this is unfair?" Marcus stood and quickly lost the rest of his clothing. He enjoyed watching Cally moaning helplessly on his bed. "Cally... Cally, do you want more? Hmm? What do you want now? You have to tell me." Cally was moaning and her body was still twitching in after glow so she was having a hard time hearing him let alone understanding. He had to ask her again, "Cally do you want this?" Cally focused on Marcus who was standing beside the bed. He held a very large cock in his hand. "Do you want this?"Cally could only stare. Drool formed in her mouth. She swallowed and looked up into his eyes and nodded, "Please Marcus."


    "What are you willing to do for it?" Cally moved on the bed until she was on her knees facing Marcus'' cock. Without answering she leaned forward placing one palm around the meaty shaft, and licked the tip that was showing pearls of pre-cum. Pulling the tip into her mouth she sucked carefully as Marcus began to move back and forth in her hand and mouth. After some minutes, Marcus grabbed the back of her head to keep her where he wanted and picked up his pace. Unable to keep up with him she placed her hands on his thighs and concentrated on breathing. Marcus pushed deep into her mouth and threw back his head giving a guttural cry as he released streams of cum down her throat.


    Marcus pulled his still erect cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled, "Good thing I am werewolf. You areso bad." She grabbed his hand as she retreated back onto the bed. He followed her down. Leaning over her her kissed her gently. His clever hands dancing down her body. Staying on his knees so he wasn''t putting any pressure on her those clever fingers slowly sifted through her nether lips. Pushing his middle finger inside, "You are so tight and so wet." Using his thumb to tease the clitoris he moved his finger in and out as he determined her ability to take him.

 31 Yes Please

    "You are so tight and so wet." Using his thumb to tease the clitoris he moved his finger in and out as he determined her ability to take him. Cally unconsciously spread her knees to allow better access. Her glorious hair spread across his bed was tangled as she thrashed her head. "Marcus, please.." "Hmm? what is it you want? You must tell me. I told you this." Cally tried to focus on where his hand was. "Please Marcus more.." Marcus pushed a second finger into her tight sheath. As her head fell back and her neck arched in pleasure he leaned forward to suck on her neck. He enjoyed putting love bites on her flesh but they disappeared to fast. He smiled to himself, he would just have to keep trying to mark her.


    "Marcus more. More please!" Cally begged as she raised her hips, thrusting on his hand. Marcus added a third finger spreading her as wide as he could. "Are you ready for me? Are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Marcus, yes, fuck me please. AHHH!" Marcus moved between her legs and raised her butt onto his thighs as he moved the head of his penis up and down her slit. "Cally you are so tight. This may hurt a bit." Just the movement of his glans sliding up and down from her clit was driving her mad. She was unable to hear or understand words.


    Seeing her eyes tightly closed in her flushed face, Marcus knew she was too far gone to hear him. So be it. He pushed her legs further apart. As far as it was possible to spread them and then he rammed his full length into her in one go. Cally screamed and grabbed his shoulder blades. Her nails sinking in and drawing blood. Marcus stilled after he reached the end of her. Only after her panting eased and her nails retracted a bit did he even look down, "Cally you are as tight as a virgin. Are you okay?" Cally moved her hands from his back to the top of his shoulders then to his neck as she pulled him down for a kiss. "I was a virgin; you Dufus."


    Her walls were sucking away at his control. So tight, so heavenly. "Cally, I''m going to move." "Ehh." As with her delicate mouth, he started out slowly, gently moving back and forth before picking up his momentum. He released his bruising hold on her legs andtilted her butt to better accommodate his thrusting.


    Cally wrapped her legs around him and licked away at the areola on his chest. Suddenly he slowed down. She tried to look up at him when he slowly started to pull out of her. "No don''t.." With this he slammed hard to the very end of her. The pubic bone even stung for a second. He started to pull out again. Making her feel every bit of his cock. Just as the bulbous head was ready to come out he would slam it home again. She was incapable of anything but panting. She could feel a scream ready to emerge from her throat. When he suddenly stirred her honey pot. Hitting her G-spot repeatedly. The squelching noises of her juices were loud in her ears. She screamed and clawed at his back.


    With her seismic release, Marcus picked up his pace until he was able feel his own release, shooting his cum deep into her womb. He collapsed onto her for a few minutes before he rolled placing her on top. She laid on his chest and wondered if she was ever going to move again. She laid there listening to his heartbeat and drawing circles on his skin. "Marcus," she wiggled a bit "Marcus, you''re still hard?"


    He lifted her chin until their eyes met. She stared at those eyes with the gold flecks. "Cally, I am a werewolf. I can probably go all night with you. If that''s what you want."


    "Yes Please."

 32 Morning Comes Early

    Cally had only been asleep for perhaps an hour, when her eyes slitted open. Marcus had an arm around her just under her breasts. His face was in her hair and he was deeply asleep. ''What had woke her?'' She lay there and thought carefully. Marcus had surprised her tonight. He had a bit of a kinky side. Who knew? He had spoke more than she thought he knew words for. She also did not expect he would be willing to take her to bed this soon. They had only known each other a handful of days. ''What had woke her?''


    She slipped out from his arm and the bed sheets. Picking up his grey shirt she slipped it on and walked to the lone window in his apartment. She stood there a few minutes and then leaned against the wall, staring out into the night. Marcus woke at 6 am as it was his general time. He could still smile the musk in the air and on the sheets from the wild sexhe had indulged in. He stretched out a hand and realized he was alone in the large bed. He rolled over and saw her by the window. Before he could speak she asked, "Marcus when we went to the funeral home you mentioned a relayed message from Russia?"


    He thought for a minute, "Yes, it was something like, is she there? Tell her I''m coming. to wait Ivan or Ivar."Cally looked back out into the dark sky. She nodded as she pondered this. Speaking to herself, Marcus heard, "He probably got held up on pack ice." She looked at the decadent scene before her. Marcus was lying against his pillows with his bare chest practically a beacon to the love sick. Sigh* "Marcus I believe we are going to get an unpleasant visit in a little less than 3 days. His name is or was Ivar Piast. He probably ran into trouble on pack ice while trying to get here. He has crossed the Bering Strait and is on the North American continent." She was silent a moment thinking, "Where are your strike teams?"


    Realizing what Cally was suggesting, Marcus got out of bed and pulled on his trousers from the night before. Padding barefoot he walked to her. He grabbed her shoulders and faced her fully, "He''s crazed? I have a small security detail here at Clan Home. We have a security details stationed in Las Vegas, St. Louis, Mo, and another outside of DC. We have 1 in Saskatchewan, Canada. What is his potential?" Mad wolves actually fell into different levels of danger. Non- Alpha werewolves were the easiest to dispatch since they had low power levels. The older the wolf, the more powerful and if Ivar was an Alpha it had the potential of a massive bomb. If Jock had moved into a more populated area after going mad; The body count would be unimaginable.


    "Ivar is old. He''s several centuries." Marcus interrupted, "Older than Olen?" Cally smiled and put her hands on his naked shoulders. She rubbed back and forth just to feel the texture. "No, No one was older than Olen. I var has been a pack leader so he is Alpha.He was never a clan leader because of his territory. " Cally tilted her head considering, "He''s running. He''s come almost all the way on his own power. He was slowed down by pack ice and when he reached the Straits... not even a werewolf can swim the Bering Straits." She closed her eyes, "40 miles per hour is his top speed. He won''t stop until he reaches me. He has me fixed in his mind."


    Marcus grabbed those distracting hands that were playing along his shoulders, "Why? Why come here? Why you?" Her beautiful eyes opened. They gleamed gold in the ambient light. "Because he thought I could save him." Marcus bent his head to better look into those eyes, "He thought?" She closed her eyes and when she reopened them they had returned to her normal hazel eyes. She laid her head on his chest, silently asking for a hug. "Thank you for last night. I didn''t expect so much so soon." "Cally, are you changing the subject?" She smiled up at him, "No, not exactly." She laid her head back on his chest and breathed him in. He smelled so good. Mmm they smelled so good on each other.


    "He was running full out until he hit the open water. When he had to stop; he killed. He ate. After feeding he regained enough to take a boat and cross over. He probably killed again when he hit the shore of Alaska. Now he is running full out. Unless he is stopped he won''t kill again until he reaches me. He thinks I can change him and give him more time like I did Olen. I could have but once he started killing..."


    "I''ll head out tonight to intercept. Hopefully we can locate him in an unpopulated area and take him out cleanly." Marcus knew ''cleanly'' meant sniper rifle. One shot one kill. "I''ll come with you of course." She tightened her hold for a second and released him.She stepped back "No, you have to stay here in case he gets past us. Start moving non essentials out immediately." She turned and picked up her discarded dress and shoes. "Give me a sniper and spotter. We''ll leave tonight. Ivar can''t go faster than 40 mph so we should have no problem with the intercept." He watched her walk away from him, "Why tonight?"


    The council is meeting in a few hours. I want to be there. I have to leave the girls for a couple of days and need to prepare them. You know girl stuff." She looked at him and suddenly ran back and kissed his lips before slipping away. She was gone before he could return the kiss. Marcus headed to his bathroom for a shower. He had a lot to do today.

 33 My Chair

    Cally slipped into her suite and had a quick shower. After checking her available clothing she decided to go with some clothes she had actually worn as Becca. American Legend Rider Handmade Leather Skull Boots, great for motorcycle riding, Levi jeans that were naturally worn, and a born to be wild t-shirt completed her assemblage. She didn''t bother with makeup and simply braided her hair into one long braid. Calling down stairs for a larger than normal breakfast she waited on Jessie and Abby to wake up.


    The smell of coffee and bacon woke the girls minutes after it arrived. Cally discussed her plans to try to stop Ivar before he could get to Clan Home. She explained that he was ''mission oriented'' crazy. He would kill if his progression towards her was stopped but otherwise he was coming for her. Jessie and Abby were naturally scared. Their recent experiences were to fresh for them not to be frighten almost to death. It was agreed that until Ivar''s death was confirmed that they would ask Sarah over for a couple of nights. To entice the archivist Cally said they could go through all her belongings, all her treasures on site.


    With the major discussion out of the way, Jessie and Abby looked at each other and the still eating Cally. "So how did Marcus like your sexy undies? You didn''t come home last night." Cally paused with bacon in her mouth, thought for a moment and replied, "He never saw them." "WHAT? You didn''t get to do the dirty?" Cally smiled and finished her bacon. "He ripped them off without looking at them."


    At about 9am Cally headed towards the council chamber. The council had planned to meet today to discuss important business in regards to the void in the council caused by Olen''s passing. Financial matters, Olen''s replacement as president of the council and previous matters Olen always handled. Cally was the last to arrive. Everyone was already inside the large round room. Marcus was answering questions about the removal of non-combatants or non-essential personal. All the children living at Clan home had just be sent to Disneyland for the next several days, all expenses paid. Most of the females had gone along as chaperones and guardians. All wolves that were not attached to one of the embassies at Clan Home were asked to go home immediately.


    Everyone turned to the doors as Cally walked in. She was the only one not dressed to the nines. No business suit or dress for her. Looking around Cally saw several clan heads that were still lingering at Clan Home. So the council chambers were more full than usual. She smiled at Marcus and continued to sweep the chamber in her visual inspection. After all she hadn''t been here in a couple of decades. That''s when she noticed that the center seat behind the convex table that sat the council leaders was already filled with nun other than Catherine Rosemount.''Tsk Tsk'' such a simpleton.


    Marcus in his role as head of security andThe Gentleman Usher of the Black Hound called the meeting to order. All the Council members moved to their designated seats with the glaring exception of the Red Cliffs clan who was already seated. Catherine looked imperiously at Cally from the center position. The other members immediately noticed Catherine was not in her correct position but were unsure of how to start the meeting by asking her to move? The gallery was mostly to unfamiliar to realize a faux pas and were curious as why there was a delay.


    Shaking her head in amusement Cally walked to stand before the council in the center of the room. She looked behind her briefly to spot Jean Michel Rosemount the clan leader. He was on the front row of the gallery in a position befitting the leader of the largest clan. Cally crossed her arms and stared at Catherine. Catherine''s intention was simple. As the largest clan representative she would be the Clan Home council president by default. She would conduct all meetings as she saw fit. This stupid bitch Cally would be sorry. She would use the council to make her pay for all the humiliation they had recently suffered. Cally could see her intentions clearly. Her first thought was why didn''t this twit discuss anything with her dear ole daddy first?


    Catherine tried to begin the meeting but was stopped by none other than Sarah. Sarah acted as the secretary for council meetings taking the minutes. "Councilwoman Rosemount the interim president must start the proceedings. We have an agenda and procedure that must be followed." Cally''s smile became larger. If it became any bigger, sharks in the sea would pale in shame. Renard as the interim presidentwas becoming nervous with the as yet silent Wotan in the room. So as soon as possible he asked the Wotan what did she have to say? He had a good guess but felt it best to let the Wotan straighten out the Red Cliffs people.


    "Someone''s been sitting in my chair," growled Cally in her deepest voice. Then in a high squeaky voice she said, "Someone''s been sitting in my chair and they might have to be broken into pieces."

 34 My Chair 2

    Catherine sneered, "This is the council president''s seat. As soon as we have finished all this parliamentary procedure crap, it will belong to me. You don''t have a seat on the council. Your pack consists of what 3 people? You don''t even belong in Clan Home." The gallery full of clan leaders collectively sucked in a breath. Even the other council members gasped for air. Cally was quite amused. "Councilwoman Rosemount, do you want to kill us all by depriving us of air? Jean Michel? Why oh why have you not explained to this little girl the facts of life?" Cally took a couple of steps forward, "And besides that is NOT the president''s seat. That is the Wotan clan''s seat. Is it not carved with my name on it?"


    Catherine was startled for a moment and looked at the wonderfully carved chair. She had never particularly noticed the chair designs. All of the council chairs were carved of a dark wood and with and deep seat covered in a red fabric. She looked left and right and could then easily see that no two chairs were carved similarly. She looked at Cally as Cally continued, " Olen crafted each and every one of those chairs in the Black Forest style of carving. He had white Fir trees shipped in just for this purpose. Each chair represents the clan representative that sits in them. Some have glyphs, some have runes, some are pictorial but they all represent individual clans or packs." Cally reached the table behind which this fool woman sat. Cally was fuming at the sheer stupidity of a council member. "How long did you sit on the council and never noticed the chair you sat in had your damn name carved in Gallic on it?"


    Without looking, Cally called Jean Michel, "Your child is again attempting to steal from me. What say you? Does she represent your clan in her thievery?" Jean Michel had just started to comprehend what was happening when he heard the last question."Non bien s?r que non!" He stepped forward shaken to his core. "Umm No, this is a mistake. I have made a grave mistake by allowing my beloved child to do this. She was obviously too young and immature for this position. She will be replaced instantly.Will, umm, will the Wotan forgive one more time?"


    Cally was carefully watching Catherine Rosemount. She had seen every expression pass over the woman''s face with her Father''s declaration. Cally didn''t respond immediately because she knew there was more to the drama queen that was Catherine Rosemount. " Papa! Why are you cowering before this bitch? Why? We can crush her with but the snap of our fingers! Why have you lost your manhood before her and forsaken your daughter?" The intake in breath this time by everyone in the room with the exception of Marcus and Cally was indeed incredible. Sarah was astonished but maddly taking everything down for the records. ''This was just too awesome!"


    Cally smirked and looked over to Marcus. His position was at a small desk by the doors as the master of arms. He lifted a darkeyebrow and stared back at her. Then the cheeky girl winked at him.


    Jean Michel Rosemount was enraged. He was born during the reign of Louis the XIII, when the de'' Medici still held great power. How could he not be enraged? He slowly walked past Cally never looking at her. His focus was solely on his recalicent daughter. He reached the beautiful mahogany desk that was in the shape of a quarter circle separating the council from the rest of the room. He stared at the furiously standing woman before him. The rest of the council had stood and taken steps to further separate themselves from the center. Jean Michel, clan leader, warrior,a nobleman and a Marshal of France at one point in his long life was rendered nearly speechless in his rage. He reached out and dragged his daughter across the table and slapped her. Using every ounce of his strength he slapped her face.


    Catherine fell to the floor. She had bloody lips and her face clearly showed his hand print. It was probable that her cheek bone was broken. She had bitten her tongue during that slap and blood trickled down. She stared at her once adoring father and felt around her mouth with her bloody tongue. Without looking away she spit out a two broken teeth. "You will return home. You will be punished under clan law. As soon as your punishment is finished I will try to find someone who will take you as a bride or concubine. I care not which! You have embarrassed me and your clan!" With this Jean Michel Rosemount formerly Marquis de Mont Rouge turned to Cally. Cally looked at the proud man she had known off and on for over 400 hundred years. Cally said not a word but inclined her head.


    Jean Michel gave a short nod and grasped his daughter''s arm, pulling her to her feet and drug her out the door. After the doors swung closed. Cally swung over the table and sat in her seat with her boots dangling over the chair arms. "SO, I nominate Renard to take over as council president and all that the crap ass job entails. I also nominate Councilwoman Angela Perez as council vice president." She looked at Sarah who was busy recording everything. Sarah looked up, "Umm is there a second?"

 35 A Shooting Game

    That evening Cally and the girls stood on the front steps of guild hall. Marcus was introducing Hal and Eagle to Cally. She had requested a sniper and a spotter to join her to take out Ivar before he could reach Clan Home. "Cally, Eagle here is one of our best snipers. He served in Vietnam and has one of the most impressive Kill books I have seen. Hal usually is Eagle''s spotter so you are getting an excellent team." The two gentlemen were both about 5 foot 11 inches, Brown hair, tan skin, muscular and appeared more like siblings than partners. " Eagle is your call sign?" Cally had a few questions she wanted clarified before putting herself in a car with these two for hours. Eagle gave her a short nod, "Yes Ma''am." Neither Eagle or Hal had hardly any expression.


    "What type weapon do you use?" To Cally this was an important question. A sniper could be defined by how he took care of his weapon. "I use a scoped M2 Browning machine gun - purpose-built .50 caliber sniper rifle when hunting weres." Cally gave him a hard look, "You have better than 90 confirmed kills don''t you?" Eagle gave her a bit of a surprised look, "Yes, Ma''am." She smiled and said "The marines taught you well. You answer everything short, sweet and to the point." "Thank you Ma''am." He thought for a moment and asked how did you know I was a Marine?" Cally turned and headed to the waiting car. "Once a Marine always a Marine." This wasn''t an answer but Hal and Eagle thought it was.


    Marcus held the back door of the range rover as Cally slipped in. She looked up at him and gave him a beautiful smile. "Hold the fort while I''m gone? Miss me a little bit too." He gave her a slight smile in front of the others and replied, "Hurry home." She nodded happily, yes home. "Bye girls! Stay inside and don''t worry. I''ll be back in a couple days." Hal started the rover and headed North on the coastal highway. They had a long road ahead. Cally estimated that with Ivar on foot he should be about 400-500 miles north heading their way.


    Cally noticed an unusual vibe in the car. The guys in the front were mostly silent; not to unusual, as they were hunters on a mission. She could smell just a trace of a sickly sweet smell coming from Hal. He smelled of excitement and a touch of fear. Odd. "Hal, how long have you been partnered with Eagle?" "I was Eagle''s spotter in ''Nam." Hmm "When did you go to Vietnam?" Hal thought for a moment, "It must have been in the summer of 1952." Cally was quiet again while she thought things over. "So you are as close as two coats of paint." It was a statement. They were werewolves, brothers in arms and had worked together for over half a century. "Yes Ma''am." She looked out the window at the evening sky. There was no good reason for Hal to be nervous, no good reason.


    Conversation after that petered out. They traveled 200 miles before they again spoke. This time they discussed how and where to draw Ivar out into the open. Where to set up the sniper''s nest. So Cally said if the area hadn''t changed to much, she knew a place along the coast, it was open to the north end but narrowing down towards the southern end. Eagle could set up in a tree blind. With a purpose built M2 Browning Eagle could take out a target at 2,500 meters. Easy Peasy. Eagle turned and asked, "Ma''am, How are you going to draw him to that spot?" Cally returnedEagle''s stare for a moment before replying "Blood." She then turned to look back out the window.

 36 A Shooting Game 2

    After Cally left and the tail lights were no longer visible, Marcus turned to go back to his office. There were still a lot of people leaving Clan Home that night and the next morning. There were more non-essential personnel to move out. He needed to check on the travel documentation for a few dozen people as he mulled over what he still needed to get done this evening. He looked up and saw his way blocked. Jessie and Abby were standing on the top step looking down at him.


    Their arms were crossed in front of their chests and they were glaring at him. They looked like matching bookends. He was sure this was the look parents gave to the boyfriend when he brought their little girl home late. He was secretly amused. "Yes? Is there something I can help you two with?"


    "What are your intentions?" It was Jessie, she always seemed to take the lead and was the more dominant of the two. "My intentions?" Marcus seemed to be confused for a moment, "Ah! You mean Cally?" This was like an old TV sitcom. He could take a few minutes to enjoy this. Without any emotions showing, he stared down the two baby werewolves. As expected they couldn''t take his stare and looked away but refused to budge. "Cally goes on one, ONE date with you and comes home smelling of sex! So yeah! What are your intentions?"


    Under Marcus'' scrutiny Abby shivered but held firm. She didn''t think she could handle being near this male if not for Jessie standing beside her. She used all her inner strength to say to alpha male, "Cally is too special of a person and doesn''t deserve to be some kind of plaything." Marcus considered the two girls that were shivering without being cold. "Do you think I could do something to Cally that she didn''t want?" Abby shook her head in the negative. She had said her single question and was currently unable to say more. She was trying hard not to let her teeth chatter together in fright.


    Jessie said with some strength, "We know you can''t easily take advantage of her but what we want to know is; was this a one time deal? Or are you going to continue to see her? This was fast, too fast. Sheis...special." Jessie fell back on to Abby''s words. How to describe someone that is a gazillion years old and as new as a baby?


    Marcus had been very busy since he woke up this morning. But last night was so fresh in his mind. Her scent was in his head. Whenever he was not concentrating, her taste would fill hismouth. He would have been happy to have stayed in bed with her all day, probably several days. He looked down at his feet, he was happy when he woke up. And he would have been happy to stay with her. When was the last time he could say with certainty he was happy? He didn''t know. So he looked at the two before him. He knew they were practically holding each other up in order to stand before him without Cally''s presence.


    So he gave them his truth or as much as he was willing to share. "She makes me happy. I hope I made her happy. I know you still think very much like ordinary humans but wolves usually don''t over think things like bed partners. I also think you should ask her what her intentions are towards me. " He walked up the steps until he was on the same step as them and looked down on them from his superior height, " Is she not the cougar in this scenario?" He then walked away.


    They did notmove a muscle until they heard the doors close behind Marcus. Then Abby grabbed Jessie around the waist and Jessie hugged Abby''s shoulders. "God! That was scary! He''s scary! What does Cally see in him? I thought he would kill us! It was your idea! When did I ever have good ideas? I need a drink. I need chocolate! We need chocolate ice cream! Yeah that would work! " Calming down as they talked over each other. They pulled apart and straightened their clothes and shook their hair to put themselves back in order. Kind of like a dog shaking to remove water. "Okay, let''s get Sarah, chocolate ice cream, and some brandy." said Jessie as she grabbed Abby''s hand to walk back inside. "That''s sounds like a plan. We need chips too." Abby and Jessie held hands and ran inside like two little girls afraid of the dark.

 37 Shooting Game 3

    Hal drove the land rover to the area Cally had suggested. It hadn''t changed and was still a wide somewhat grassy area between the beach and the dense forest. It was approximately the length of two soccer fields and was as wide at the north end as a soccer field but narrowed down at the southerly end. Cally had been trying to follow Ivar''s movements in her mind''s eye. Not an easy prospect under these circumstances but she was confident that Ivar was staying fairly close to the coast as he ran south. He would come through this place because it was easier and faster than running through the trees.


    "Guys, you have perhaps two hours until Ivar gets here. I suggest setting up your nest at the southern end and I will lay blood lines to draw Ivar to the center of the field. He has run all this way to see me so I will be the bait." Cally laid out her part of her thoughts. Eagle, who had been mostly silent during the entire trip, turned and asked, "You have a bead on his location?" Cally nodded. "So this Ivar is part of your pack and you can feel him?" Eagle was wanting clarification. He was unclear on how Cally was sure this Ivar had gone mad and how she knew his location while he was moving. Cally tilted her head to the side and thought, "Hmm, you could say that." Cally decided against the complicated answer and went with what these two guys could understand and accept. Eagle gave a short nod. Pack Alphas could do this. Alphas would know if a pack member went crazy and if the Alpha was strong enough could find them as if there was a homing beacon placed on them.


    Eagle pulled his weapon of choice out of the back of the SUV and opened its case. The M2 Browning machine gun sat perfectly in its case. This was not an ordinary snipers weapon. It was too big and too bulky. It weighed 38 kg or 83.78 lb. but if you wanted the 50 caliber round it fired, this was probably the best way to go. Cally looked on as Eagle checked his gun. Her face was calm and clear of any emotions. She could smell the light oil used to clean and maintain this beast of a gun. "The Ma Deuce." That will leave a mark." Cally continued in a quiet even voice, "The 50 cal. round can produce between 10 to 15,000 foot pounds of energy depending on your powder. The high ballistic coefficient of the 50 cal. also suffers less "drift" from cross-winds than most other calibers. "


    Hal and Eagle stared at Cally in blank silence for a moment. She was still gazing at the ''Ma Deuce''. "You know your weapons." This was a statement not a question from Eagle. Cally looked up at him and gave a small smile. "The M2 has been around since The Great War. It has shot down planes, shot through stone walls, blown up munitions and fuel depots. Once upon a time it could take out light tanks. It is the perfect weapon to completely obliterate the head of a werewolf. How could I not know?"


    "You guys need to get in the trees. I have my communicator. I''ll let you know at the 5 mile mark and 1 mile mark as Ivar approaches. Are we good?" At this point Cally didn''t need their agreement. It was more an off hand comment as she walked to the far edge of this killing field. She pulled a bowie knife from a sheath at her side and cut her hand and slowly laid down blood lines that led to the center of the field where she was going to make herself the target. She smiled bitterly. The 50 caliber round was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Looking at the sky she could see it would be breaking daylight when Ivar got here.


    It took some time to lay down the lines of her blood on the sandy ground. When you had to continually cut and cut deep so the blood would well up it was a pain in her ass. Cally got to her spot and made one final cut to her wrist, tearing through veins and arteries to shower the earth around her in blood, before the wound completely healed. If Ivar was not drawn to this much of her blood she''d rip him apart when she caught him. Staring at her arm she was thinking, ''some days I hate being a were. And most days are some days.''

 38 Final Round

    Cally sat silently in the middle of the field. People were funny. She started swaying to and fro as she thought. Her friends the Yana were pragmatists and very sensible. She had met other peoples that were also not too weird. That tribe that made clicking sounds to communicate...never understood them. But I digress. European type peoples are funny. Hmm, Ivar, was he considered European? Nope, he''s Russian with a dash of Polish thrown in to add flavor. Trying not to care one way or the other about him. Cally leaned back on her elbows and thought about him, pulling up memories. She never liked him. Egotistical, chauvinistic, and cruel were some of his finer points. Seems like she had broke both his legs one time because he, ''what was it?'' "Ah that''s right he grabbed her butt."


    Speaking for the first time since separating from the spotter and sniper, "5 miles". Her answering response was one click. She found this amusing. She had heard Hal and the famous marine sniper Eagle climb up to their sniper''s nest. She knew their exact position. She could only scent them with great difficulty because of the wind direction. But Ivar wouldn''t smell, see or hear them. Rather than fight Ivar and add another bloody memory to her long list; she had wanted a clean kill. Or as clean as a machine gun could.


    "One mile" A deep sigh escaped as she stood. She took out the communicator and threw it aside. Facing the direction Ivar would come to her, in just a moment he appeared. Ivar was half changed. He was running full out in a form that was human and half wolf. No one seeing this would confuse him as anything other than a werewolf. Except maybe a bigfoot; yeah he could pass for a weird sasquatch, thought Cally. Ivar was running on all fours in a manner similar to what you would expect to see if you watched horror movies. He was moving fast, straight at her. Stretching out his front arms and pushing off with his hind quarters, he ate the distance quickly.


    Facing the hairy ragged bulk that was charging at her, she waited for the sound of the gunfire. When Ivar was fifty meters away she heard the M2 fire. Ivar was able to get another yard closer before the round pierced her body. The 50 caliber round entered her back at the T2 thoracic vertebrae and barely missed Ivar as the round passed through her body. Cally was instantly paralyzed and started to drop to her knees. ''Damn that hurt like a son of a bitch.''


    Ivar was on her in the next second. He went for her throat. His claws grabbed her upper body dragging her unresisting body to his mouth. His gaping maw full of rows of sharp canine teeth ripped into her throat. Just like a top predator he went for an instant kill by ripping out a huge chunk of her throat. Like a shark biting away chunks he threw the first mouthful away before biting again. Cally felt pain in waves, cresting and crashing all through her body as she heard the second shot of the M2. Covered in blood, with the pain receding, Cally fell to the ground as the monstrous Ivar was struck in the head. His head exploded in a shower and mist of blood red gore.


    Like a zombie attack victim, Cally lay on the ground, unable to breathe and without blood getting to her brain, she was dying. Blood, brains, bone chips and other bits covered her body. Ivar was thrown back from her body his heart pumped out blood for another couple of beats before gravity continued to allow the blood to escape from his headless shoulders to create a bloody muddy mess between the two bodies. Her last thought was "fuckers..."


    Hal and Eagle calmly packed up all their gear and climbed down from the trees. Hal tossed his good buddy a bottle of water before asking, "Do you want to call it in or should I?" Eagle caught the bottle and took a long drink before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "We should check the bodies before calling it in. You have the disposable phone to call Mademoiselle Rosemount?" Hal nodded, "Sure, Sure." Pulling out the untraceable cell phone Hal dialed a number. After one ring it was picked up. "Yes?" It was feminine voice. "It''s done. We severed her spinal cord. Paralyzing her and the Russian wolf tore out her throat as she watched unable to even twitch. It will look like an accident. The poor fool stepped in front of a sniper''s bullet." "Good." Then the line was disconnected.


    They left most of their gear at the SUV before walking over to the bodies. "It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Wasn''t she supposed to be like some mythical werewolf?" said Hal as they approached the carnage. After fighting for the French in Indochina and then fighting with the Americans in the Vietnam conflict this bloody scene was nothing to them. L¨¦on C¨¦sar, also known as Eagle, replied "I''ve never known any creature my M2 could not take out. This little tramp wasbeyond stupid to insult Mademoiselle and hurt our people. She deserved death." They stood there unmoved as they stared at the body of Cally Wotan, Chief of the Wotan pack with her throat almost completely severed. "Ehh we should throw a tarp across them before Marcus gets here. He probably wouldn''t appreciate the flies that will be swarming with all this bloody goop." L¨¦on C¨¦sar looked at his buddy of more than 60 years, "You''re right. You always had a way with the ladies."

 39 Reaction

    Marcus was in his office as he was most days at this time of morning. He was trying to work and not think about Cally. It was not easy. ''She''s done this kind of thing hundreds of time.'' Then he would play devil''s advocate and think, ''but not as Cally.'' He was able to do a few minutes of work before his mind would again turn to her. He consoled himself thinking, '' Eagle was a professional. One of the best shooters in the world. Like Cally said easy peasy...'' Why was he so uneasy?


    His office phone rang. Finally, he thought. "This is Marcus." On the other side he could hear rapid breathing and a distant shout "Crap! it''s bad!" Hal suddenly said, "Marcus, Cally''s been shot! She moved in the split second before the round hit that Ivar character. She was stunned or some shit and Ivar hit her like a mack truck. He took out her throat! Marcus, man I, man I''m sorry, I think she''s gone!"


    Hal waited a few seconds and heard no response from the other side. "Marcus? Are you there? Did you hear what I said?" Again silence. Finally, "What is Ivar''s status?" "Yeah we took that bastard out with the second shot. But he had already got to the girl. He was wicked fast."


    "Copy that. I''ll be up in the helo within the hour. Prepare an LZ." with that Marcus disconnected. Hal threw the cell phone in the SUV and grabbed a couple candy bars and walked over to Eagle who was resting with his back against a tree. Tossing the food to him he said, "Man I think we missed our calling. We shoulda been actors." Eagle looked up "So he bought it with no problem?" "Yeah, yeah. He seemed stunned. The omniscient Wotan is dead. The wicked witch is dead. And you were right. He''s coming by chopper so he wants an LZ prepared."


    Marcus had stood up and was holding his phone. His mind was full of static and he wasn''t thinking clearly. Truly his mind blanked out for several minutes. Forcing his thoughts into order. He called the pilot for the chopper. He quickly decided he wasn''t in the right frame of mind to fly it himself as he often did. Next he called a two man security team and told them to meet at the helipad in twenty minutes. Finally he called the new Clan Home President Renard Durand, "Mr. President there has been an accident."


    Renard was just getting up to start his day and his new duties as the successor to Olen Hamundarson. "Oh? Did Cally''s team miss this Ivar? We need to step up security here at Clan Home yes?" Renard started to steam ahead with preparations. "We need to send out intercept teams-" "RENARD." "Yes. Yes what is it?"


    "I received a call from the spotter sent with Cally. He said She stepped in front of a bullet and Ivar killed her." Renard pulled the phone away from his head and stared at it blankly. ''This is ridiculous. It is a joke?'' Thinking this in his head he finally asked, "Is this Marcus?" "Have you gone daft?! What the hell do you mean she''s dead? I don''t care if she was pulled apart by wild horses; she wouldn''t die! Who says lies like this?"


    Interrupting the enraged tirade Marcus said, "Renard, I received the call from Eagle''s spotter, Hal. He said they shot her by mistake and the mad wolf ripped her throat out. They also said that as he attacked her they killed him with the second shot. I am heading up there in ten minutes by chopper. I am requesting that you join me." Marcus was furious, enraged. "You''re damn right I''m coming! Eagle shot her by mistake? L¨¦on C¨¦sar doesn''t miss! He is one of Jean Michel''s people. That backstabbing weasel!" Renard was well aware of Eagle''s origins. Wasn''t he a Frenchman also? He was never one of the de Mont Rouge''s people. Never a member of the Red Cliffs clan. ''hmfh!'' When this was cleared up Cally would annihilate the entire clan!


    Marcus ended the call as Renard continued to spout his refusal of such as possibility. Leaving his office, leaving guild hall, he looked up at the second floor at Cally''s rooms. There were no lights and no discernable movements from Cally''s girls. Deciding not to disturb them he headed to the hanger and helipad were Clan Home kept an H125 - Airbus. His pilot and security detail were standing beside thechopper that could seat six people. It was black with a grey interior. Stepping on board he said, "We are waiting for President Durand." He gave the pilot the coordinates and sat back in his seat. He was sitting there thinking that he could never thank Renard enough for giving him hope. He was also thinking he might never forgive him for giving him a false hope.

 40 Cast of Characters Extra

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    Cally Wotan aka Rebecca Wotan aka Marta Wotan aka Joanna Wotan aka Gunnr


    Ole Jocko aka Jake MacT¨ªre biker gang alpha and bar owner


    Olen Hamundarson,CEO of Wotan international and the chairperson/president for the delegates of Clan Home.


    Marcus Knight, head of security for Clan Home and also the leader of the Black Watch. Member of the Night pack.


    Abby Coleman, new werewolf, college grad


    Jessie Miller, new werewolf and college grad


    Catherine Regina Rosemount, Red Cliffs Clan princess


    Tom Richardson, Red Cliffs Clan


    Jean Michel Rosemount, chief of Red Cliffs Clan and Catherine''s Father


    Mr Aaron Harland, funeral Home director and human


    Renard Durand, new Clan Home President


    Councilwoman Angela Perez, at large member of the council and vice-president


    Josie Walker, works for Marcus providing fake documents for wolves.


    Sarah in archives, council secretary


    Gladys, former archivist and Sarah''s Mom


    Jason, head of a security detail. Marcus is his boss.


    Ivar Piast, mad wolf


    Hal, spotter for the sniper Eagle


    Eagle, aka L¨¦on C¨¦sar, sniper


    Sasha, Russian member of Clan Home


    Collin of the Yana tribe and recent college grad


    Eneas, former lover of a Wotan incarnation@@

 41 Dead Like Me

    The H125 - Airbus arrived at the prepared LZ quickly compared to the long drive Cally had made that meandered up the coast. Hal and Eagle had prepared the LZ to the open west side of the field bordering on the sandy beach. In preparation the two had marked a 100 foot X 100 foot area to


    accommodate rotor of the chopper. It had minimal slope and was as flat as possible. They had cleaned thesurface area and removed all the debris.


    On the approach the occupants of the chopper could easily see the bright blue tarps in the center of the field. It had mostly been a silent trip but with this view the silence became oppressive. On landing Marcus stepped out first followed by Renard. Marcus threw out his arm blocking Renard from charging over to the bodies. "Mr. President we need to put on protective gear before approaching the bodies."This was said with perfect calm. Renard was not facing Marcus so he did not see the storm in his eyes.


    "Why? We will not catch anything! There is no..." Marcus retracted his arm, "Because you don''t want to be covered in her blood. Do you?" Renard stumbled in his thinking, "No, no I don''t. Thank you Marcus." The security detail disembarked and took up their positions for a clean line of fire should any need arise. The pilot stayed in his seat for quick evac. Marcus went to a side compartment and removed the protective coveralls for Renard and himself. Hal and Eagle jogged over as the rotors were slowing down.


    "Boss, this is the biggest damn SNAFU I''ve ever had. Eagle then trained his disturbed face on Renard, "Mr. President, Sir, I have no excuse. The Wotan girl moved a split second before it hit my target. I should have fired sooner or been better prepared to anticipate she might move out of fear. That Ivar was half changed and was moving wicked fast." Marcus and Renard were silent as they dressed. Marcus looked at the sniper, this was the longest speech he had ever heard from Eagle.With the coverall on both men turned and gave Eagle and Hal short nods, indicated they had heard and understood.


    Marcus started walking towards the blue tarps with Renard close beside. Renard was uncharacteristically silent. There was a huge amount of blood surrounding the bodies. The tarps couldn''t cover it all. Approaching Cally, Marcus assumed a half kneeling position beside her. Her boots were not covered. It was easy to see which was which. He was breathing through his mouth as much as possible. He didn''t want her scent in his head. Pulling back the tarp he looked at her face. Just her face. Her beautiful honey colored hair was lying in a slurry of mud and blood. But her face looked so tranquil with just a few blood splatters. The blood was a freshbright red and glistening in the morning light that had yet to fully crest the rainforest. Renard standing to the side said anxiously, " Marcus, is she?"


    Marcus stood and covered her face back up. "She''s not breathing. I don''t hear her heart beating." Renard stood there shaking his head, "No it''s not possible. No I refuse to believe something so ridiculous. She just needs a few minutes to recover. That''s all." Marcus took a few steps away. "Renard listen to yourself." Renard looked at him angrily, " I know what I am saying but you are not listening!" Marcus walked to Ivar''s corpse and threw back the tarp. It was bloody mess. The head was completely gone. Exploding like a watermelon after being shot. The distorted limbs were still in the process of shifting back to fully human. Missing parts of the brain stem slowed down the process.


    It was at this moment that they all heard a loud sneeze. Followed by, "Ah Jeez!" Shocked, everyone in the field turned to the source. Cally was struggling to sit up. Shaking her head madly, she sneezed again. "Oh that is rank!" Oblivious to everyone Cally began to pick her nose.


    Cally had just started to become aware as Marcus had approached. There was such a beautiful blue color that she could see with her eyes closed. Thinking,''I hear Marcus. Why am I so uncomfortable? Ah I smell Marcus. Crap I have to SNEEZE!'' "Achoo!" Shaking her head madly she gagged and snorted repeatedly. Finally another sneeze and she blew out a small chunk of bone.


    Looking around at everyone, thinking carefully, she then looked down at her sorry state. "Crap!" She then covered herself back up with the tarp. Marcus and Renard quickly knelt beside her and tried to pull back the tarp but she wouldn''t let go and hid under its cover."Cally are you alright? What are you doing? " Renard looked at Marcus, "See I told you this she just needed wake up." Marcus kept tugging at the Tarp, "Cally let go. What are you doing?"


    "Go away. I''m uh, sleepy. Yeah I need a nap! Go way!" Marcus sat back on his heels. He looked at Renard who simply shrugged. He didn''t understand. Marcus looked at the shell shocked Hal and Eagle. "Cally is this some sort of game?" "No, go way." "Cally unless you explain what''s happening; we aren''t leaving."


    Thinking carefully. ''No he wouldn''t leave. He probably wouldn''t move and inch. Jeez I feel another sneeze coming!'' Sitting up she said, "Move back! a a ACHOO!" Renard, not being fast enough was glad of the protective suit when she sprayed him with black blood, snot, and someone''s canine tooth. "You guys, I am disgusting and you want details? I have sand down my butt! Leave me alone!" With that she covered her head back up and laid down again.

 42 Died With My Boots On

    "Cally do you know what happened? Are you okay?" Renard asked like a worried Mother hen. he had stepped back per Cally''s request but was still anxious despite her coming to. Marcus had quit trying to wrestle the tarp away and stood beside the blue bundleon the ground that was Cally.


    "Cally." Marcus said this in his most repressive voice. She needed to come out of her cocoon and they needed to get a move on before anyone found this spot. Suddenly two fingers appeared. Cally ripped a small hole in the tarp and all Marcus could see was one beautiful blue tinted hazel eye.


    "What?" Cally was greatly aggrieved. She had been shot, her throat ripped out, she had sand down her butt , blood matted hair and ''OH MY GOD!'' "Look At My Boots! My awesome American Legend Rider Handmade Leather Skull Boots! Crap, I died with my boots on! They''re ruined! Waah! Have you ever tried to get blood and brains off of leather? Have you? Have you?" Cally still had not come out of her tarp cocoon but was laying on the ground with her feet extended into the air so she could look at her beloved boots.


    Marcus pinched the area between his eyes and sighed."Cally what the hell happened? What happened to your easy peasy plan?" The boots that were covered in drying blood dropped to the ground with a thud. "Those bastards shot me. What do you think happened?" Cally looked at Marcus with her one eye shining through the tarp. Musing to herself, is this not plain to see? Is Marcus being deliberately dense?


    "They said you moved in the last split second, obscuring their aim. That''s how you were hit. They also said that Ivar was moving too fast and hit you before they could get off another round." Cally poked her fingers through the tarp and tore the hole slightly bigger. Marcus could now see both her eyes but nothing else of her face. "Oh? And they couldn''t have shot him when he cleared the tree line? Please."


    Turning her face away, she stared up at the sky. "Marcus you brought a security team with you. Between them, the pilot and yourself, you have Eagle and the spotter in a position similar to shooting ducks in the barrel. Those two might have tried to shoot their way out or fight their way out but they are over by the chopper. Their fastest getaway is already blocked and their guns are too far away in the SUV. Why don''t you tell me what happened?"


    Marcus looked over at the would be assassins. As soon as Cally moved and spoke he and his men had been watching the sniper pair carefully. Their tensed and desperate gazes had not been missed. Jason, one of Marcus'' right hand men had been casually standing with his M16 pointing directly at them in his crossed arms. Eagle easily saw that it was in full auto mode and the safety was off. Sighing at the betrayal; Marcus looked down at Cally and asked, "I know what happened but how or rather why did you let it happen?"


    Not bothering to look at him Cally lay on the ground and crossed her ankles. Addressing Renard, Cally spoke, "Renard, Honey give me the definition of a crime." Renard startled at the question and thought quickly. "A crime is when someone breaks an established law. Umm this is the answer you wanted, yes?" Looking over at the big softie, Cally smiled. "Yes, you are exactly correct. Turning her eyes back to Marcus she asked him, "So let''s say someone plans the biggest bank robbery in history. All the details are worked out to the last second. But it never happens. The crooks decide it''s not worth the risk. Have they broken any laws?"


    "You knew they were thinking of trying to kill you? And you just let them?" Marcus was angry. Everyone could see and smell his fury. Cally was amused, "You are pissed at me more than you are at them? You are more upset I let them do something stupid rather than tell them not to do something stupid? They played their hand and they lost. I knew as soon as I got in the car with them this was a possibility. As soon as they shot me I knew the most likely outcome."


    Renard had just realized Cally had planned all this. He was stunned at her strength and courage. But he was also the new council president and had to act like it. He turned towards the chopper and the former French snipers. He was about to order them restrained for questioning when he saw Eagle grab his side Ka-Bar combat knife and plunge it into the heart of his best friend. His motions were quick and he moved without hesitation.


    Jason fired immediately on full auto into Eagle, aka L¨¦on C¨¦sar''s head, killing him almost instantly. Cally straightened out her legs and sighed, "This was the outcome I expected. Death before dishonor. Okay boys, I''m a gonna leave you guys to the clean up. I''ll see you back at Clan Home." After wiggling around under the tarp for acouple of minutes a sleek and beautiful clean wolf appeared from under the tarp. Stretching out her front legs she dug her impressive claws into the ground and stretched out her long body. She then shook all over like a wet dog.


    Seeing she was already leaving in this form Marcus called her to stop. "Cally I''m sorry..." Her thick luxurious winter coat had not started it''s summer shed yet. She was the most beautiful white color with just hints of dark grey on her back and tail. She walked over and rubbed her head against his thigh. She looked up at him and then pushed against him with her head. She then turned and ran towards the ocean disappearing from view. Speaking to himself, "I assume that means get to work."

 43 A White Wolf

    As Marcus watched as Cally disappeared in the direction of the ocean he was not alone. Every male from the H125 chopper pilot, Jason and his partner and even the new council president, Renard Durand were mesmerized by the sight of one of the most beautiful female wolves they had ever seen.


    She had an unusual color pattern; being mostly pure white with just a little dark grey on her back and tail. She was large for a regular female wolf but probably weighed around 150 lbs or 68 kg which wasn''t too outside the norm for werewolves. The others had not had a chance to see but Marcus had clearly seen her eyes. The phrase getting lost in someone''s eyes never made sense to him until he saw her Heterochromia or two colored eyes. Her eyes were mostly sky blue but her left eye had more of a yellowish tint around the outside edge. Marcus smiled, she couldn''t even be normal in the appearance as a wolf.


    Shaking his head to break the spell her wolf form had caused in him, he said, "Mr. President if you would wait by the chopper we will take care of this mess." Being near the Pacific ocean and having a chopper made clean up easier. Marcus and his security team removed Hal and Eagle''s boots, fishies don''t always eat boot leather, they then had the unpleasant task of of cutting open the gut of the three dead werewolves. All this was done to encourage sea life to destroy all the evidence.


    Flying the dead out over open water for disposal took two trips as the bodies couldn''t exactly sit in the seats and had to lay in the aisles. Once the bodies were handled and other waste was collected, Marcus sent his security detail in the range rover back to Clan Home. Entering the chopper to head back to Clan Home, Marcus asked the pilot to circle the area twice but failing to see any sign of Cally they flew back to base. Marcus wasn''t surprised she hadn''t reappeared, she would have been naked after all.


    Ivar had run down through Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest on his trek down from his Bering strait crossing. So many water waysfor a werewolf to avoid! After passing to the east of Seattle, Washington, he had started running in a south- westerly direction. He had met his end in the Tillamook State Forest of Oregon. After the infamous Tillamook Burn, which was a series of wildfires that ravaged the Coastal Range forest between 1933 and 1951. Forestry officials and volunteers planted 72 million seedlings in the forest to aid its recovery. Cally was running through this forest on her way back to Clan Home. She wanted to see how the area had recovered. The Wotan corporation had assisted in planting trees back then.


    She was avoiding the public as much as possible. There are probably less than 100 hundred wolves in the entire state of Oregon. Sad but true. Even with her attempts to try to avoid being seen, social media was filling up with sightings of a large rare white wolf. Facebook was causing numerous people to grab their cameras and head into the Siuslaw National Forest which was the next forest in her trip home. The amateur and professional photographers were especially lucky west of Corvallis, Oregon. Cally was sunning herself near a small herd of Roosevelt Elk, named after President Theodore Roosevelt. They are the largest of the remaining North American elk. Males average 875 pounds or 397 kg and females can average 700 pounds or 317 kg. The lone wolf watching the elk and the elk watching the wolf created an internet sensation.


    Disappearing from public view completely near Coos Bay, Cally slipped into Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest under the cover of darkness before arriving back at Clan Home. Mustn''t bring lookie-loos back home to nose into werewolf business. Entering guild hall she changed her form, easier to open doors, don''t cha know? Naked she managed to pass through the garage and her secret passage to her own room without anyone noticing. The girls, Jessie and Abby were watching a Dracula movie and eating a barrel of popcorn when she waltzed out of her room.


    Startled Jessie looked up and screamed along with Abby. "Jeez, calm down! You''d think you saw a ghost!" Cally walked over and grabbed the bucket of buttery salted goodness and propped up her feet to watch the show. She ignored the girls completely. This was going to be good! Jessie recovered first, "OMG! You are like Enchantress! You''ve got superhuman strength, immortality, speed, crazy stamina, incredible reflexes and a healing factor, mind control, AND teleportation!" Looking a her bff, "Abby, we are livin in a Marvel comic book!"


    Munching on the stolen popcorn, Cally smirked, "How long did it take you to look up that character?"

 44 Watching Horror Shows

    Jessie and Abby, two former college girls that had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the same time a werewolf went completely mad, stared at their benefactress. Jessie took a breath, "So how did it go? You got the crazy guy with no problem, right?" Abby and Jessie had complete confidence in Cally. She saved them didn''t she? Well she looked different then but it''s still the same person underneath. Anyone who could take out that monster that killed his own werewolf pack was unstoppable.


    Cally was watching ''Dracula 2000'' with Gerard Butler and devouring the purloined popcorn. She was grabbing handfuls and stuffing her mouth. Currently she had popcorn on her chest, in her lap and falling on the floor around her. "Hey Abby can you make more popcorn? This stuff is really good." Not looking away from Gerard Butler''s naked chest, "What? Yeah the sniper took him out. I didn''t have to do anything" No reason to worry the girls with any more details and it really wasn''t that important to her. "We talked to Marcus yesterday. He said everything was taken care of but what took you so long to get back?" Thinking about it, "I felt like going on a run...I like this vampire. SO sexy!


    Jessie and Abby helplessly looked at each other. Laughing Abby got up to make more popcorn. "You know, if you didn''t waste so much popcorn you''d have plenty." Cally smirked, "What good''s that? It ain''t no good if you don''t wear it." Fleeting thoughts of all the ''food'' she had eaten that had gotten all over her passed through her mind''s eye before she became immersed in a steamy kiss Dracula was giving some actress. "You know I much prefer sexy vampires to those freakish bums like Max Schreck''s Dracula. His ''Nosferatu'' was hideous. Never ever get laid looking like that. But this guy, Mmm Mmm Good. And did you see Gary Oldman''s hair buns in ''Bram Stoker''s Dracula''? Wtf was that all about? Although there were some sexy moments in that one too."


    Jessie had a sudden thought and looked at Cally with a complicated expression, "Umm Cally?" Cally refused to look away from the movie and simply made a noise, "Hmm?" "Cally, we''re werewolves." Cally still didn''t glance her way, "Last time I checked." Jessie fidgeted a moment which was uncharacteristic of her and finally said, "Are there vampires?" Abby who was in the kitchenette easily heard what was being said in the living room. She startled and stepped out into the hall staring towards Jessie. Cally had just crammed a huge handful of popcorn in her mouth so she just munched away before answering. Looking up finally at Abby in the hall instead of Jessie, "Sweetie can you bring me a glass of milk?" Wiping off some crumbs; Cally finally pulled her blouse away from her chest shaking the bits to the floor. "Why wouldn''t there be?"


    Leaning forward Jessie clutched a throw pillow a little tighter. "You''ve seen a vampire?" "Well duh." Sitting back against the couch cushions Jessie waited in vain for more details. Abby hurried in carrying a big glass of milk and another huge bowl of super salty buttery popcorn. Werewolves don''t have to worry about cholesterol or high blood pressure. Thank you God. Handing Cally the milk she hid the popcorn behind her back as Cally reached for it. "Nuh uh. Spill!" "Spill what? I''m not spilling my milk. " Cally was clearly confused. ''Popcorn'' She could smell the butter....


    "Vampires. Talk."


    "Umm they don''t sparkle?" "And?" "They don''t turn into bats or mist?" Her hot popcorn was cooling. She could feel it. "Eh, what do you want to know? Gimme my popcorn!"Gerard Butler was forgotten. In stereo Abby who was holding the popcorn hostage and Jessie who thought of this terrifying question said, "We want to know everything!"

 45 Anything For Popcorn

    A Mexican standoff. Cally wanted the popcorn dripping with butter and Jessie and Abby wanted Vampires stories."Give me the popcorn and nobody gets hurt." Nuh uh. Spill it. We want details!"


    Cally dropped her chin to her chest, after a minute she raised sparkly tear drenched eyes. Her hands were outstretched in a pleading begging for succor manner. "Ah come on! Please prettty please! I''ll be good! I''ll tell! Please Mommy? Boo hoo Boo Hoo! I wants it! I needs it!"


    Jessie sighed, "Oh for Christ''s sake give her the popcornbefore she starts performing a Greek tragedy." "Hmph." Abby thumped the popcorn down in front of the ravenous wolf. Who grabbed it a stuffed a handful in her mouth.''Mmmm'' "So good." Cally took a long drink of her milk and sat both aside and looked at her audience. Leaning her head back to rest on the sofa cushions she stared into space. "The first vampire I ever met was in Egypt. She was some kind of priestess of Sakhet. I don''t know the first vampire or where the first one appeared. Vampires have appeared in different places at different times."


    Abby was confused, "What do you mean appeared? Like they popped up out of the blue?"


    "Yeah, Like pimples. One day you''re fine and the next day, poof, you have a pimple." Raising her hand as if to wipe off words from a blackboard, she continued. "All vampires must drink blood. Some can only drink blood to survive while some need other foods too. It depends on where in the world they popped up from. The ideology behind them. It can be confusing. Some demons, for want of a better term, are ''The Undead'' while others were never dead at all and just need blood to survive."


    "So you are saying there are different kinds of vampires." "Hmm yes. Wouldn''t you call a creature that needs to drink blood in order to survive a vampire?" Jessie and Abby thought for a bit and finally nodded. "Some vampire could more accurately be called ghouls, witches, real demons, fairy, even some ghosts need to attain blood before they..." "WHAT?!" "Are you saying fairies are real?" "You''re saying those things are real too? OMG!" Speaking over each other, yelling at Cally, stopping to confer with each other before yelling more questions, they really didn''t give her time to answer.


    Cally continued eating her yummy hot buttered popcorn and drinking her milk while watching the girls freak out. This was too funny. Better than watching a rerun on tv. Finally taking a breath, the girls noticed Cally was laughing at them and staying quiet not answering their string of questions. "You''re putting us on! You made all this up!"


    Sipping her milk, she looked up with a milk mustache. Licking her lips, "No my Dears. Humans were right to fear the dark and things that go bump in the night. Of course just because they found a dead body with no apparent injuries didn''t mean it was always witchcraft or some other entity. It could have been a heart attack or stroke. But now just because someone had a stroke doesn''t mean it wasn''t brought on by a ghost." Judging they would ask her questions for the next few days or until her ears bled, whichever came first, she decided to make a hasty retreat.


    "UMM so tired. I just flew in from Washington you know? - and boy, are my arms tired. Thanks for the popcorn but I am so so sleepy. I''ll see you in the morning." Cally hastily stood and started to head to her room. Stopping suddenly she ran back and grabbed the remaining popcorn and left rapidly as Jessie and Abby protested that she couldn''t leave them like this!


    Jessie looked after Cally''s disappearing figure, "You KNOW what this means?" Abby also staring anow empty hallway said, "War?" Jessie jerked her gaze to her BFF. "No, silly, all night google research party. Let''s call Sarah!"

 46 Things That Go Bump In The Nite

    Deciding to go to their secondary source instead of calling; Jessie and Abby grabbed a bottle of wine and practically ran to Sarah''s cottage. Since they were on the top floor of guild hall and had to pass through the front entrance, they passed by Marcus'' offices and room. Hearing the clatter he looked out the window seeing the girls run as if their lives depended upon it. He could see the wine and and the excited conversations between the girls as they ran away. He turned away feeling relieved, Cally was home.


    Sarah was preparing for bed, when she heard pounding on her door. Being a werewolf meant such pounding did not scare her. She could hear and smell who was so enthusiastically trying to get in. Smiling she opened the door in her long cotton nightgown. She felt if she was in her own home she would dress for comfort. This is what her Mom dressed her in before bed growing up.


    Abby and Jessie looked at her and were a bit stunned. Her hair that that she kept tidy and professionally in a bun was instead a long braid. Her nightgown was sleeveless and showed off very white shoulders. And most importantly the careful make-up was removed. She looked like a teenager. When Sarah had visited their place at guild hall she never appeared as less than an executive secretary. "Hey! Just how old are you?"


    Sarah smiled and stepped back allowing her guests in. "What brings you two here at this time of night?" Brought back to their purpose Jessie waved a bottle of Chianti, "We want information, Lady! And we are prepared to pay for it!" Laughing at their expressions that went from determined to down right hopeful, "What do you want to know?"


    "Cally came back home tonight while we were watching a vampire movie." Abby interjected,"And stole our popcorn!" Jessie shoved her with an elbow as they entered the living room and sat on the sofas. "She said the first vampire she ever met was a priestess of ummm. Abby priestess of what?" Abby closed her eyes and said, "Cally said, ''The first vampire I ever met was in Egypt. She was some kind of priestess of Sackett. I don''t know the first vampire or where the first one appeared. Vampires have appeared in different places at different times.'' That''s what she said, right Jessie?" Jessie, "Umm, Sackett, that sounds like it but I''m not sure. Anyway she then went on to say there were other supernatural beings that are vampire like. Like FAIRIES! She was laughing at us the whole time and then she said she was tired and ran away. Just leaving us like that!" Abby said in a pouting voice, "And stole the popcorn she had me make."


    Sarah returned with a corkscrew and wine glasses. "Priestess of Sackett. Hmm maybe what she was saying was Priestess of Sakhet?" Setting the glasses down, she looked at Jessie, "OMG! Sekhmet!" Sarah hurried over to her computer and started a search. "Sekhmet also known as Sakhet. Google says her nicknames were''Before Whom Evil Trembles'', ''Mistress of Dread'', ''Lady of Slaughter'' and ''She Who Mauls''." Laughing Sarah looked up, "It almost sounds like The Wotan."


    Whining Abby moved to stand behind Sarah, "Fairies, Sarah, Cally said fairies. We don''t care about some Egyptian mauling goddess. Fairies....." Looking up Sarah reached up and patted Abby''s face like a Mother calming a silly child. "Sweetie think about what you just said.""Fairies?" Abby asked. "No, Egyptian mauling goddess. The Wotan was in Egypt and met a Priestess of Sekhmet who was a vampire. OMG When did she meet this Priestess? What else did Cally say before running away with popcorn?"


    Jessie brought over the wine glasses and handed them out. She was smirking. Sarah would help them with everything they wanted to know. She would do the research with the fervor of an addict. "She said some ghouls, witches, demons, fairies, even ghosts are blood suckers like vampires. She said if it needs to suck blood then it could be considered a vampire."


    "Demons? I, ah, ghouls?" Sarah took her glass of wine and drained it. Looking at the anxious Abby and smirking Jessie, "I don''t know anything about demons. Ghouls are supposed to be nasty things that live in cemeteries, I think." Taking Abby''s glass of wine she took a large gulp, "Cally said they are real?"

 47 Things That Go Bump In The Nite 2

    Sarah was shocked, surprised for the first time in decades. ''Demons'' Huh.... "Years ago I was in London. It was late and I was alone." Jessie piped in, "That was stupid." "No Dear. I am a born werewolf. I have never been human. Anyway I smelled what I thought was rotten eggs. Maybe it was sulphur...There was this alley, it wasn''t just dark in that alley, it was pitch black in that alley.I couldn''t see anything in it. I should have been able to SEE something. Something grabbed me. It wanted to pull me into that alley. I fought with everything I had to break away. I never saw anything. I never knew that it could have been some kind of demon. The next day I went back with friends. We couldn''t find anything other than the scent of humans who occasionally used that alley as a shortcut."


    Sarah finished Abby''s wine and returned her glass. Abby looked at her empty wine glass that she never got to taste and briefly thought of her missing popcorn. "Sarah, I''m serious as a heart attack here. If you don''t tell me about fairies, me and my wine and your access to Cally will end disappear."


    Shaking off old memories, Sarah looked at the young wolf that was starting to get so upset she was practically vibrating. "Abby, Jessie, fairies are real." Abby''s faced bloomed with a smile, "I.." Sarah interrupted, "However you would more likely see them in Ireland and other parts of the world that are known for them. They also are well known to shy away from humans. We as werewolves have been able to spot them because we have excellent noses and quick reflexes. It is also said that The Wotan in one of her incarnations spent time with the Fay in Underhill. But she has never confirmed or denied this when directly asked."


    Jessie sipped her wine as she was pouring fresh glasses for her BFFs asked, "How could a rumor start like that if Cally won''t confirm or deny?" Sarah responded, "She would have to think about it and she usually doesn''t like to recall the past. It maybe that at the time she talked about it to someone or she made reference to something that happened in Underhill. Unless she talks about it or we meet a Fairy who knew her then we will never know because if she doesn''t want to; she won''t try to remember."


    " I would expect meeting a fairy that knew her would be easier than prying information out of her. I think between the naked abs on Dracula tonight and the ''Hot Buttered Popcorn'' when asked about vampires she threw out the information about the Egyptian Priestess."


    Sarah who was a devotee of all things Wotan related ponced on this thought. "So if we can distract her with food we might be able to slip in questions?" Abby, who had finally been able to drink a little of her wine, shook her head. "I don''t think just food would do it. She was glued to the tv. Wasn''t she Jessie?" "Hmm, yeah. She was talking about Gerard Butler being sexy and how he was better than someone called Max Shrek. This Max Shrek dude was so ugly he couldn''t get laid and so on. She also fussed about Gary Oleson''s man buns. Whatever that''s about."


    Sarah''s lips twitched. She tried. She really really tried. Finally she dissolved into laughter. "She was talking about one of the first movie vampires portrayed by Max Schreck. His movie, ''Nosferatu'' from the 1920''s was spectacularly ugly. And Gary Oldman, you might know him as Sirius Black in the Harry Potter movies, was Dracula in the movie''Bram Stoker''s Dracula'' he had different looks in the movie and his old man look had hair on top of his head like two dinner rolls."


    "Sirius Black, I know who you mean now. Why did he have man buns?" asked the girls when they caught their breath. "I have NO idea." They drank their wine and were on refills when Sarah finally said, "So Cally needs to be distracted by food. Maybe a food she hasn''t had in awhile?" Jessie nodded, "We''ve never eaten popcorn with her." Sarah then added "And she also needs the distraction of sexy men OR a sexy man..." Jessie and Abby nodded in agreement before the full impact hit them. Together they yelled, "MARCUS! Are you crazy?!"

 48 Bribery Fail

    The next day Marcus was preparing to go to lunch and considering calling Cally and asking her to join him when his nose caught a whiff of world famous lasagna. All the people in the outer offices were diligently sniffing the air, showing any uninformed the the place was full of canids. With an inscrutable face Marcus waited for Sarah.


    Sarah walked in carrying a large dish of her famous lasagna. "Marcus! Good I caught you! I thought it''s been a while since I made you your favorite lasagna." Marcus stood and took the large dish from Sarah. Sitting it on a coffee table. He went to a cabinet and collected plates, utensils, and glasses. Glancing at Sarah, ""What would you like to drink?" Since he had not uttered a word of greeting until this she felt a little hesitant, "Umm tea would be fine."


    Marcus brought out a pitcher of tea and a loaf of French bread. Preparing their plates and handing Sarah her drink; he sat. He started eating immediately. "Hmm delicious. Thank you." He continued eating silently. After a few minutes of silence a fidgety Sarah finally asked, "You''re going to make this difficult aren''t you?"


    Wiping his mouth he looked up, "My Dear Sarah, you have brought me lunch. We are eating said lunch. What am I making difficult?" "I, umm, you know, usually ask for something when I bring you lasagna. You usually ask me immediately what it is I want." Nodding Marcus continued to leisurely eat. Still without any comments. Fiddling with her fork, Sarah gave up all pretense of eating. "Umm the girls..." "Who?" "Umm, Jessie and Abby and I were talking last night. Cally had casually mentioned meeting an Egyptian priestess in her past. She was distracted at the time....."


    At this point Marcus was curious. Not so much by a past Cally had mentioned but what Sarah thought he could possibly do to help her. "And?"


    Sarah could not look Marcus in the face. Taking a large gulp of her tea she quickly said while she had a split second of courage, "Cally was distracted by a handsome man and food. We want to try to use you to distract her and slip in questions...." Looking up Sarah realized Marcus had a blank face of death. "Oh, Umm, No. What I meant was Cally was watching a naked man on tv..." *Blank face just got colder* "Cally was watching a sexy vampire on tv. Yeah, a vampire movie. It wasn''t porn or anything. *cough*Anyway she casually mentioned a vampire from ancient Egypt and we want to see if we can get information she normally wouldn''t share."


    "You want to use me?" Marcus ran the conversation through his mind again to make sure he understood. "Sarah, you have left me speechless. I don''t know whether to feel honored that you believe Cally could be easily distracted by me or insulted that you want to use me as what? A gigolo?"


    "Well we actually thought we would need you and food to distract her while we slip in a few innocent seeming questions. Maybe a fish fry or something down by the beach. You could wear a bathing suit." Sarah was beginning to go into detail as to the plans she and the girls had come up with. She didn''t realize Marcus had quit listening to her and was cleaning up their lunch. After a few minutes she realized Marcus was disposing of the leftovers and was washing out his and her glass. "Umm Marcus?"


    "No."


    "No, you don''t like the plan? Or no you won''t do it?" Marcus looked over at Sarah, "I will not be used to take advantage of Cally. Now or in the future. I also don''t want to hear you tried to use some other male to distract her. Do I make myself absolutely clear?"


    Sarah grabbed the sides of her skirt in nervous fingers. Muttering, "Okay Okay. But Marcus she talked about a vampire from maybe thousands of years ago. Aren''t you curious?" Marcus thought for a moment. It was a serious question deserving a serious answer but not for the reason Sarah meant. "Cally is a bright beautiful young woman. What she may remember from a time when she was not who she is now is not that important to me. "


    Exiting guild hall, Sarah went back to the girls who after waking had started to look through the archive online databases for fairy related information. As soon as Abby saw her, "Jessie said we shouldn''t ask Marcus. But just plan a luau and invite everyone. He said no right?" Sarah responded slowly, "He said he won''t be used against Cally. He said we can''t use other males to distract her and he said the sweetest thing." "Oh, what was that?" "He said he doesn''t care about the Wotan''s past. he only cares about who Cally is now." Jessie looked up from an article on the Faerie Dog (or Coin-Sith), "I had no idea he could be romantic. Are you sure you talked to Marcus?"

 49 Haunted Curtains

    Cally was being lazy. The girls hadn''t come back last night and being werewolves in a type of closed society, what was there to worry about? She decided to look into Wotan International current business dealings. In the most recent past she had not been taking to much of an active part in operations. Usually her involvement were suggestions that were in the nature of commands. When the owner wants something that isn''t impossible and sometimes the impossible, the owner gets what she wants.


    Starting with media reports, she read accounts of the CEO Hamundarson recent passing and his many accomplishments. She was currently reading the green party''s stance on several projects that Wotan International was involved in. Olen had stepped back from operations starting two years ago. Unsettling whispers were floating around the net about palm oil plantations and Wotan''s Indonesia properties. She and Olen had always been very clear about trying to be good stewards to the environment. When you live so long and you see plants and animals that were common disappear forever it makes an impact. Over all, Wotan International had one of the best reputations in business for being Green.


    Moving away from rumors and conjecture on the web, she moved into documents that were sent to the New Chairperson of the board, Cally Wotan, successor to Rebecca. Conspicuously there was nothing about Indonesia properties. There were other holes in the information that should be flowing her way. Thinking carefully, she pulled up Olen''s private files on the top executives that Olen had put in place. Only one was a werewolf, Jaime Antunez CFO Wotan International.


    Jaime Antunez, graduate with a MBA from The Tuck School of Business at Dartmouth College. He had been with the company for 10 years. A born werewolf from the Cannock Chase Clan of werewolves. Hmm, Heshould have been born sometime during the reign of Pope Leo the XIII. As a point of reference she had discovered placing people or things in a timeline in conjunction to the reign of popes worked well for the modern era. Before popes she typically used either Pharaohs or Roman Emperors. Except Ramses the II; that bastard lived FOREVER!


    The current CEO was human. Nothing wrong with being human but in a short life span and sometimes in long lifespans greed can rear an ugly head. Deciding Jaime needed to come to Clan Home for a little conference with the new Chairwoman, she sent out a quick email. ''Come to Clan Home.''Bada bing, bada boom done.


    Now, what she really wanted to do! It was time for a little internet shopping! What were the merits of a hoverboard versus a Segway? OH!OH! Weird stuff on eBay! How awesome! Real shrunken heads, Random Dead Fairy, Fake Cockroaches, Haunted hearse curtains, okay how do they know the curtains are haunted? Cally decided her American Express "Black" Card needed a work out.

 50 Missing Him

    Marcus was finishing up the day''s paperwork while absentmindedly wondering about Cally. What was she doing? Had she eaten? When was he going to see her? What were those two infant werewolves doing top distract her? Leaning back in his executive leather chair he smiled with no humor. He was wondering about a woman. His family would be so pleased. His few close friends would be shocked.


    Oh not that he was known for other types of sexual preferences. He was simply not known to take interest in other people. His social activities were rather limited. He trained with his security teams. He would eat and drink with them. He had a few family members but did not see them often and he had fewer close friends. But now he had Cally. At least he thought he had her. Their relationship seemed to have gone from ''Hello, nice to meet you to let''s have sex''.


    Reaching for his phone, it began ringing. Amused he answered instantly. "Hello." "Marcus I miss you! Are you missing me? Have you eaten yet? There''s no females buzzing around you I need to swat, right?" Cally took a quick breath and Marcus answered in the gap," Hello Cally. Yes. No. And no. Where do you want to eat?"


    "What are my choices?" she was leaning against the balcony rail, twirling a strand of hair. It had been a fun day. She wanted to end it with Marcus. "Why don''t you come down to my rooms and I''ll cook some steaks for us?" "Darling! You know just what a girl wants! Do I need to bring anything?"


    Marcus thought for a moment,"No, I have everything that we should need for dinner. Just bring your toothbrush." Cally gave a little happy dance before replying, "So, I''m staying the night?" Marcus responded with a serious voice, he always sounded serious, "I was thinking about a clich¨¦s. You can be the dessert. What do you think?"


    "Marcus this is starting to sound like phone sex. I''m getting hot just thinking about the possibilities. I''ll be right down." Running in to grab a toothbrush, hairbrush, and other toiletries she crammed everything into a small tote. She slung it over her shoulder and ran back out to the balcony.


    Jessie was stepping out of her room hearing the loud activity. Just as she got Cally in her sights , Cally turned, waved and flipped in a spiral over the edge of the balcony railing. "Don''t wait up!" Abby came out of their room and looked around. "What''s going on? Where''s Cally?" Jessie walked out to the balcony and looked over. Cally was gone. No trace at all. Jessie turned to Abby, "Cally pulled a disappearing act like Thor in the movie ''The Dark World'' minus the hammer. At a bet I would say she went to see Marcus."


    "You''re saying she jumped off the balcony? But why not use the elevator?" "Because she''s Cally and she is a superhero." Jessie turned and started walking back into the suite. "What do you want to do for dinner?" Abby was still confused, "You mean she thinks she''s a superhero?" "Naw. She is immortal, super strong and has inexhaustible energy. Is that not superhuman powers? You want pizza for dinner?"


    Cally, if she had known of this conversation would have strongly disagreed about 5 hours later.

 51 Cooking Is Like Blowing Stuff Up

    Marcus had barely reached his own rooms from the security office when there was a rapid tattoo of dah-di-di-dah tapped on his door. Marcus opened the door to a lovely barefoot Cally, "Two bits." Cally collapsed forward forcing Marcus to embrace her fully. She threw her arms around his neck, "Did you miss me?"


    Lifting her up he swung her around and leaned against the door firmly closing it. "Every minute." Leaning in close he attacked the pink lips that smiled up at him. Before Cally could even breathe she had been lifted even higher and pressed against the door. Obligingly she wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickly forced his way into her mouth. It was a wild assault. He invaded her small mouth completely with his tongue and she sucked and pushed on it with delight. Moaning in a sexual haze that descended as fast as a lightning strike. Cally tangled her hands into his hair as she held his head and forced his mouth to her neck so she could gasp for breath and enjoy the sweet pain of his sucking strongly.


    Marcus was supporting Cally between the door and his body by holding her bottom with both hands. As he started to bite her neck to mark her, he moved her body up and down just enough for her to feel his manhood''s size and warmth through his trousers. Stopping so he could breathe her in, "Yes, I missed you."


    Cally nuzzled into Marcus'' chest, "Shall we have dessert first?" Slowly she was lowered to the floor. Marcus dropped his forehead to rest against hers. "No, If I have dessert first I won''t want any dinner and you won''t be capable of eating any either." Pushing back from her, Marcus cupped her face, "Come help me with dinner."


    Smiling, happy he was as affected as her, she trailed him into his very modern kitchen. "What''s for dinner?" Marcus was pulling meat from the fridge. "Bison ribeyes. Would you want salad with that and baked potatoes?" Cally nodded, "You cook the meat and I''ll do the veggies." Silence reigned in the apartment as they went about their preparations. It was a comfortable silence, broken by the sound of their food preparations. Marcus was working at his stove which was an impressive beast. "Marcus that looks like a stove you would find in a restaurant." Marcus looked up, "Yes, it is. I like to cook. Strange isn''t it?"


    Popping the potatoes in the microwave because cooking in the oven would take longer than the steaks, Cally looked up. "No, not at all. You probably find cooking relaxing. I like to blow things up. It is such a buzz seeing the end product." Marcus froze for a second. replaying that sentence through his head. Comparing cooking to demolitions...


    "How do you want your steak?" Laughing Cally walked up behind him and encircled his waist. Hugging him from behind, "Once upon a time I would have said on the hoof. I have since grown to tolerate eating it in public ''medium''. I can''t scare the restaurant patrons with bad table manners."


    Cutting into the perfectly cooked steak, Cally took a moment to enjoy the aroma before placing it in her mouth. "Hmm, tender, juicy, perfect. Thank you Marcus." After the meal they moved into the living room and sat close together on the sofa. Soft music played as Cally leaned her head on his shoulder. Marcus played with her elegant fingers. "Marcus, why?" This was said quietly and in such a soft questioning way. He thought for a few minutes. "Why do I want to be with you?" Not looking him in the eyes she nodded.


    Pulling her into his lap. He forced her to look up. "I could say, because you asked. I could say because I wanted another taste after you kissed me before going to see the ''Yana''. The way you smell, the way you taste, the way you look at me... All of these and none of these. Because you exist."


    "You sweet talker, you." Cally pulled his head down and nibbled and licked his lips. Impatient with soft kisses his tongue swept in before sucking strongly on her tongue and lips. Breaking apart to breathe, "Time for dessert?" Marcus stared into lust filled eyes. "Yes." As he ripped her shirt open.

 52 Marcus is a Sadis

    After ripping Cally''s shirt open and indulging himself in her breasts for sometime, Marcus then princess carried Cally to his bedroom. All the more to eat her with. She was placed on his sumptuous bed and quickly stripped naked. Settling between her legs, with her knees pushed up to form an M shape. Marcus began his torment and his dessert.


    Wet squelchy noises soon filled the room. Along with Cally''s begging, pleading voice. "Please pleease! Marcus! OMG OMG Marcus I''m about to AHHH!" Just before she climaxed he would stop and casually wipe his drenched face on her thigh and then bite down on her thigh. Not enough to break the skin but enough for a real pain. He would not let her have that final moment of ecstasy. Then he would start to lick on her slit and stab into her with his tongue. He would mimic a cockwith his tongue plunging into her before he judged she was ready to come again and stop and wipe his face on her quivering thighs before biting her again and leaving his love bites.


    She was having trouble thinking, breathing and her movements were stopped when she tried moving because that damned man would stop and look up at her from between her legs until she stopped her movements. Hissing her breaths in and out she could only feel the delicious torture between her legs. With nothing to hold on to her hands had found their way to clench under the head board for support.


    She was so wet. Marcus had prepared small towels beside the bed in preparation of tonight.He had placed a thick folded towel under her hips before he started his dessert. He used his fingers to push the skin hiding and protecting her clitoris to fully expose it. He was pushing the skin back almost to the point of pain while looking at her little bud. her voice sounded weak and breathless, " Marcus please, please. I need you. I need you so much." He glanced up at his beauty lying there covered in sweat and her juices. She had begun to drool a bit he thought. He could do this to her. How satisfying was that?


    He started blowing gently on her clit andher breath was becoming more harsh. She was mumbling pleas when she shrieked as his tongue started tiny tiny licks on her little bud. Shaking her head from side to side, she was fast losing all logical thought. Her world had narrowed down to the spot between her legs. As she approached another climax, Marcus forcefully pushed her legs further apart and suddenly sucked hard on her clitoris. Her scream shattered the night and then Cally lost consciousness completely.


    Grabbing another towel Marcus wiped his face and smiled at his handy work. "Cally?" When he received no response at all, he considered the various toys he had in a drawer beside the bed. A most beautiful evil smile appeared. He really shouldn''t without her permission but who told her to pass out? Passing out in front of werewolves is never a smart idea.


    Cally awoke some short time later. Someone was dribbling whiskey into her mouth. He was feeding her whiskey by using his mouth to slowly give her sips. Cally coughed a bit and Marcus'' tongue chased in after the whiskey he had just passed her. Licking the entirety of the inside of her mouth and sucking lightly on her tongue before pulling back to stare into her face. "Hmm, That is some damn good Tennessee whisky." Wiggling her bottom she puzzled through what she was feeling from her behind. "Marcus what did you do?"


    Before she could make further comment he plunged into her cunt as hard as he could. "Ahh!" Pushing her knees up to her chest with her ankles on his shoulders he started a bruising rhythm. Speaking for the first time since he started his assault on her senses he grunted, "God! I love fucking you!"

 53 Marcus is a Sadist 2

    The sounds of flesh wetly slapping together along with grunts and groans filled the bedroom. Cally''s position did not allow for movement on her part but allowed for the deepest penetration of his cock. Because she was so wet his sudden penetration was not painful. But hitting the deepest part of her was painful and pleasurable at the same time.


    Marcus'' pace and stamina were brutal. If she wasn''t a werewolf, he might have been doing permanent damage. She was clenching her inner muscles to feel his entire length and to contribute to his enjoyment in the only way left to her since she was in a position similar to a paper clip. Crying her enjoyment out in a loud voice, she was screaming out her climax as she felt him release deep end side her with one last hard push of his hips and cock. He groaned out his pleasure in return.


    Allowing her legs to slide back down into a more natural position, Cally was very uncomfortable as her hips told her she wasn''t supposed to be in that position and forcefully banged for that long. She whimpered as her legs met the mattress. She may be a werewolf with incredible strength and stamina but he was bigger and stronger. She could sometimes defy Mother Nature but not physics and general science.


    Marcus pulled her into a tight embrace and then rolled over placing Cally on top. She lay on his chest gasping. He hadn''t pulled out and he had NOT gotten any smaller inside her. rolling took his weight off her but changed the angle of his cock inside her. It was delicious.


    Panting heavily for a few moments, Cally, finally calmed down and lay on his chest drawing shapes on his skin around his male nipples. She would systematically tighten her inner muscles; squeezing his dick as she traced his skin with her fingertips. "Marcus, what did you stick in my bottom?"


    Marcus had one hand lightly teasing her breast and the other hand was playing with her bottom. As she asked that question his hand had finally reached the toy he had slipped inside her while she was unconscious with her orgasm. "It''s a butt plug. You don''t mind that I put this in while you were out . Do you?" He grasped the ring on the end and began slowly stimulating her tight little hole. "I used plenty of lube so you shouldn''t be in discomfort from this."


    "Ah! Marcus, I, um, it was unexpected." Cally losing her ability to think in clear sentences as he pushed the plug in hard and moved it around in a circular motion. She forgot to clench her muscles on his cock and loosened up completely. His semen was trickling down her thighs onto his groin where they were joined. "You, um," He started to thrust up into her womb again further distracting her. "Um, are you planning on maybe putting your monster in my backdoor?"


    Cally raised herself up off his chest as he gained more momentum. Placing her hands on his pecs, she threw her head back and began to seriously ride. ''A wild stallion'' was the thought flashing through her mind as she held on and rode him hard. ''Gods she loved this. She was certain she loved him with her whole being.'' Looking down at him, with one hand braced on his stomach, she thought, ''This time. This time I will get to keep you forever.'' Collapsing down onto his chest again as she neared another climax, he shoved his cock as deep inside her as he could go before again emptying himself of cum. Joining him in her own climax; she tightened her inner muscles as if to pull every last drop from him.


    Sliding off his chest to the side, she looked at his gorgeous face, "You are a monster! You haven''t gotten any smaller!" He smirked at her outraged face. "Is that actually something to be upset about? Don''t worry it''ll get smaller after we go a few more rounds." Staring at him was a beautiful pale sweaty face. She was biting her lips. *a few MORE rounds*

 54 Right Answer

    Something was tickling Her nose. Truly she didn''t want to open her eyes. Brushing away the irritation it just came back. She was comfy damn it! Without opening her eyes she took in all the scents around her. She was smelling her own sweaty hair that was tickling her nose. She was not in her bed and she was not alone.


    Smiling finally, her eyes opened, "Hello Handsome." What little light was available in Marcus'' bedroom came from his windows. But it was enough to see his perfectly chiseled face. "Hi Beautiful." "What time is it?" She asked. She felt too relaxed too languid to move very much. "It''s almost time for me to get up and start my day. I thought you would like to join me for breakfast and I wanted to ask you something." "Oh?" Cally smiled, placing a hand on his naked chest. She considered the delicious possibilities.


    "Cally, how is it you know about wolves who go mad? How can you pin point them and locate them?" "Oh. Um." Cally turned in his arms. She snuggled her bottom into his thighs and used his arm as a pillow. *sigh* "Not what I expected you to ask in the way of pillow talk." She fell silent in her thoughts. She rubbed her fingers along his forearm. He waited patiently. Finally, "Marcus all werewolves descend from a set of twin brothers..." "You mean the fable of Romulus and Remus?"


    "Sigh*, it''s not a fable or myth. It''s a shared memory. Rommy and Remmy were the first werewolves." Marcus interrupted again, "Were they born that way or created?" Cally pinched his arm. "Hush. I can''t answer if you keep interrupting. They were born human. They were created but the hows and whys are beyond me. I wasn''t there." Cally turned again and lay just on his arm looking towards the darkened ceiling. "You know how most pack Alphas can tell what their pack members are doing?" He nodded. "Since I am the oldest among the werewolves I am closer to the twins. As such I can sense a mad wolf the same as a pack Alpha. If I don''t personally know the wolf I can generally get the location, bloodline, and know what they have done."


    "You were the one who told Olen and then he would have me dispatch a neutralization team?" "Yes, if it wasn''t a pack or clan Alpha there wasn''t a need for me to go in person." Marcus was quiet mulling over her words. Cally lay quietly in his arms waiting for him to process everything. "That''s not the whole story is it? There''s more to it?" "Hmm, If I told you everything, we would be here all day and probably into next week.


    "Okay, one more question and then I''ll make you breakfast. In this relationship there can only be one Alpha. Who is it?" Cally jerked her head to look at him. *this relationship*. Joy shot through her whole being. "Um." Marcus tightly pinched her nipple. "That''s not the right answer, Cally." She gasped at the quick pain that was already gone. "Um, you are the Alpha in bed?" He stared at her for a moment and then leaned in to kiss her fully. He swept his tongue into her mouth and playfully chased her tongue all about."Right answer."


    Scooping her up he walked into the bathroom. "We''ll shower together and then have breakfast." Marcus quickly adjusted the water flow in his walk in shower. Pushing Cally to face the shower wall, he smiled and said, "You''ll have to bear with my shampoo and soap." Pouring a generous amount of liquid soap into his hands he spread it over her back and down her waist. Cally was already panting. He smiled more, "Breakfast might be delayed.."

 55 G-Men

    Summer had not yet arrived in all it''s wonderful humidity so the morning was bright and clear with a light breeze. One of the gate guards was signing in a UPS truck when he glimpsed three black vehicles pull up behind the delivery driver. "Hey Mack, can you call up to the guild hall building and ask a, um, Cally Wotan to come to the front to collect her boxes?" The guard nodded his affirmative while pressing a button on his vest that would signal the main security office they had unexpected company.


    "Sure, no problem. Did Miss Cally order a lot?" "And how. I have three giant parcels, one that''s big and flat like a painting as well as several smaller ones. I have no clue what those three might be but she''ll need help getting them in the building after I use the lift to get them down out of the truck."


    The guard handed the manifest back to the driver and said, "No worries there are always plenty of people at the main building. I''ll call up there now." The UPS driver was very familiar with Clan Home and needed no further instructions.The Guard used his Bluetooth to make a call to Cally. "Miss Cally this is Warren down at the main gate. I just passed a loaded down UPS truck in that has stuff for you. Can you come out to meet him?" The loud squeal was deafening. Warren jerked the phone away from his head. "SWEEET! Thanks!"


    Shaking his head he put away his phone. He was being deliberately slow. This was to give other security people time to join him. Just the vehicles alone was enough to tell him he was about to have to deal with government types. This was so above his pay grade. He approached the first dark sedan and simply held up a hand stopping the driver from speaking as he walked around and seemingly made a note of the license plate. He continued on to the next sedan making note of the license plates of it and a van that rounded up the group. Warren made sure to get visuals of everyone he could see in the cars and van.


    Coming back up to the lead vehicle he tapped on the passenger window. A stern looking woman with a rather short haircut handed him what appeared to be court documents after flashing her FBI badge. "I am FBI Agent Charlene Winstead. We have a search warrant for Clan Home. Please inform the owners."


    Warren gave a short laugh, "Huh? Lady, you got more people coming with you? Like a bunch more that ain''t here yet?" Agent Winstead cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean?" Luckily at this moment Marcus and the on call Clan Home lawyer arrived in club cars on the other side of the gate. The lawyer walked up and took the search warrant from Warren and after flipping through the pages asked, "What is this about?"


    Stepping out of the car Agent Winstead in turn asked,"And you are?""Sorry sorry. I''m James Holmes. A lawyer For Clan Home." Complicated expressions passed quickly on the female FBI agent''s face. This was going to be more complicated than they anticipated. Marcus took this moment to ask Warren to get a map of Clan home from the security shack. The lawyer passed the warrant over to Marcus. "Agent, this warrant is not worth the paper it''s written on. There are approximately 243 separate buildings on the property of Clan Home. A blanket search warrant is not possible. It would be like trying to get a search warrant for a small town."


    The lawyer asked again, "Look Agent, if you would just tell us what this is about maybe we can help you out and prevent your having to try all this again later." Receiving the map showing the inhabited area of Clan Home she realized she and her crew were going to waste the entire day because of bad Intel. She decided to give away some information and hope for the best. "We are members of a rapid deployment Art Crime Team with the FBI. We were contacted by Sotheby''s auction house about a possible looted 13th century crown."

 56 G-Men 2

    The lawyer, James Holmes knew nothing of a ancient crown. But being a werewolf of Clan Home he could of course make an educated guess. He immediately turned to Marcus. "What do you think?"


    Marcus looked at the agent steadily for a couple of minutes. After seeming to decide something in his mind he responded, "Let me make a phone call." Turning he paced several steps away. A distance that your average human would not be able to overhear the conversation.


    Calling Cally he had to wait for several rings to pass before she picked up. "Marcus! Just the man I need. I just got a bunch of deliveries and need help moving it all. Can you spare me a fewminutes or a few minions?" Ignoring that he asked, "Cally did Catherine Rosemount take a crown that belonged to you? There is a detail at the main gates from the FBI that want to determine owner ship and at a guess look for other possible looted treasures." "Ha! I knew I should have gutted that woman. Troublesome... Okay send them up. I can prove it belongs to me." And quick as a wink she hung up on him.


    Realizing he was not surprised at all by the phone call he turned back and approached Agent Charlene Winstead, "I have spoken to the owner of the crown. She said she can prove provenance. If you would park your vehicles. We will drive you to the main building in club cars. I apologize for not introducing myself. I am Marcus Knight. As head of security here at Clan Home I will feel more comfortable driving you around as you don''t have a valid search warrant."


    Charlene consulted with her team and agreed that it seemed to be the best for the time being.They would leave one agent outside for their own personal safety.So four agents boarded two club cars and headed up to Guild Hall. Marcus led the way to a club car and handed Agent Charlene Winstead in and waited as the other agent hopped on the backseat. James followed behind with the other two agents.


    Taking great interest in her surroundings as they drove the winding road towards Guild Hall. Agent Charlene noticed children in playgrounds, a pool, sidewalks, homes, small businesses. All of this made her and her partner feel a little more at ease. "Mr. Knight, what is Clan Home?" Glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, he carefully drove forward, "Clan Home is a closed community that hosts many individuals and families from all over the world. Most but not all have some connection to the Wotan International corporation."


    "You will be meeting the current majority share holder Cally Wotan." Charlene Winston was a thirty something, up and coming agent. She enjoyed her job and position of power. Her current position of having a bad warrant because of insufficient information was outside the team''s norm. Being driven through a gated community by one of the most charismatic men she had ever encountered was certainly enough to call her few female friends about later. He looked like the perfect example of her secret, won''t admit to reading, romance novel''s Hero. And he barely glanced at her.


    "Wotan International, didn''t the CEO Olan Hammerson just die? I seem to recall bits and bytes about a large influx of international visitors to this area for his funeral." She wanted to keep him talking. She wanted his attention, even if she didn''t realize it herself. Without taking his eyes off his driving Marcus responded, "Olen Hamundarson.Olen had stepped down from the position of CEO sometime ago. But yes he lived here also. We had a great many visitors to honor his memory. He and the Wotan family had a long history."


    Rounding the last curve the front of Guild Hall came into view. The stunning steel and glass building of Guild Hall stunned the agents. Being in the Art Crime Team of the FBI, who would not recognize Frank Lloyd Wright''s Fallingwater masterpiece? Equally amazing was the spectacle going on on the front steps of the hall. A young woman was bouncing excitedly around separating packages and directing a group of people. One bear of a man was lifting the corner of what appeared to be a very large crated painting or maybe a picture window. On the other end was was a beanpole little guy trying to lift his corner. "Mistress! Where do you want this?"


    "Sasha, you and Stringbean take that to the council chamber. Jessie, Abby this pile is yours. Take it on up to our rooms. Where is that mechanic? I want to try out my new segway!" Opening one box and rummaging around the beautiful girl with fly away honey colored hair pulled out a helmet that had a push-broom-like thing on top and seemed to comically resemble an ancient Roman Centurion''s helmet. Marcus was riveted by the sight. Green in color, Cally plopped it on her head. That''s when he realized, she had Marvin the Martian''s helmet!

 57 G-Men 3

    The club cars parked where the departing UPS truck vacated. Everyone simply sat and stared at Cally and her minions moving and sorting her recent purchases. Burying her head in the same box that held the weird helmet she pulled out a matching green Martian skirt. Cally immediately slipped it on over her tights. Followed was a butt wiggle and then she turned and pointed at Marcus,"Isn''t that lovely?, Isn''t that delightful?"


    Dumbfounded, Agent Winston and her partner turned to Marcus. With questioning eyes Charlene asked, "Umm is uh, she special? Or dangerous?" Of course Cally heard the whispered comments. "Hey! Where''s the kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering kaboom!" Sashaying up to the club car that held Marcus; she stuck out her hand to Agent Winston. "Good morning! I think it''s still morning. My name is Cally Wotan. Do you have my crown?"


    Shaking hands automatically Charlene Winston snatched her hand back from the looney in front of her and looked again at Marcus. Marcus looked at Cally and the FBI agents and sighed. "Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Cally Wotan, Chairman of the board for Wotan International and our resident free spirit. " Drawing out her name like any exasperated parent, "Cally, what are you doing?"


    "I bought stuff." "I see that."


    Sighing in disappointment because she was not getting the response she hoped for. Cally took off her helmet. "Welcome to Clan Home. I am Cally Wotan. I also have buckets of money and was bored one night. You will have to excuse the current chaos. I didn''t know I would have g-men visiting today." Looking closely at Agent Charlene, she amended "or a g-woman."


    The lawyer, James Holmes approached with the other two agents. " Ms. Wotan, I am James Holmes. I am one of the lawyers that represent Clan Home. We haven''t had a chance to meet yet. It''s a pleasure to meet you. These agents are with a division that deals with art crimes. Their warrant isn''t valid. You don''t have to speak to them unless you want to." Callynodded in understanding. She looked at each of the agents in turn as a form of greeting. Just as she was about to speak again to Agent Charlene, she cocked her head to the side. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath of air. Turning her head to the other side, she opened her eyes and zeroed in on the agent furthermost away.


    "Who are you?" This agent had been unobtrusive to this point. But being singled out he stepped forward with a smile. Sticking his hand out, "I am Agent Sampson." At this point Marcus was shocked when Cally backed up avoiding the agent''s touch. "You are not welcome here. I will ask you to leave immediately. James, please see this agent to the gate." Cally turned and spotted the Russian bear, "Sasha go get me a large bag of salt." Saluting, Sasha ran off instantly.


    Charlene was by this point convinced that this woman before her was a nut job. Getting angry at the way her agent was being dismissed, she demanded, "Why? What did he do? You don''t like the way he smells or something? This is absurd. Marcus, what kind of place is this? Some sort of asylum?"


    "You are indeed correct. I don''t like the way he smells." Cally''s whole demeanor had changed. No longer an enchanting sprite, she appeared very cold. Crossing her arms, "I don''t like his ''kind''. I don''t like his religion. And I will salt the ground he has walked on." On hearing ''religion'' Agent Sampson stopped smiling and dropped his hand. Standing stiffly he looked at his fellow agents, "Char, it''s ok I''ll head back to the gate and wait for you. Do you want me to send Barney up?" Charlene was confused. Everything had gone sideways since the team had arrived at the gate. ''Why was Sampson taking this kind of shit?'' This was so not like him.


    Marcus was unsure of what had triggered Cally but he was on guard. He tried scenting the air but didn''t smell anything that he thought was wrong. "Agents, Cally owns all of Clan home at the end of the day. If she doesn''t want you here. Then I must ask you to leave peaceably. James, if you would escort this agent back down?" "Wait!" Cally ran over to a box and seemingly pulled nails out with ease. Running over to the lawyer, she handed him the iron nails. "Put these in your pocket. Keep both eyes on him and try not to let him touch you."


    Sasha ran up as the club car was pulling away from the curb. Cally indicated she wanted him to go with James and the agent. She whispered two words in to Sasha''s ears so he would know what he needed to do. "Black witch."

 58 Crown

    Agent Charlene Winston was furious. ''His religion? What the hell?''Everything happened too fast. She and the other agents were pissed for their friend and surprised at their co-worker. Sampson never took the path of least resistance. He was old school and a hard case. "How in the hell would you know anything about his religion? Do you know what year this is? You can''t discriminate like this! Who the hell do you think you are?"


    Cally watched the club car disappear around the corner. Sasha was old enough to know how to handle a black witch. The witch had not been here too long. He probably could not have done anything. ''Gods, I hate black witches! Nasty things!" Facing the angry FBI agents she was not concerned. But they did need to be placated. "Your friend is a practitioner."


    The agent closest to Charlene practically shouted, "What the fuck are you talking about? Practicing what?" Staring at them, she understood they were clueless. They also were narrow minded enough to not believe in anything that had a breathe of the supernatural. "Let us just say that I have never appreciated people who practice his type of Wicca arts. I could smell various scents like dirt, cloves, and probably white trumpet flowers. He''s been brewing recently. I do not now nor have I ever willingly allowed practitioners into my homes or territories. Be pissed all you want but your colleague knew instantly I knew what he is. He also knows I can forbid his entrance into my home."


    "We can get a federal warrant!" "And I can drag this out to the supreme court level by saying it infringes on my rights to be forced into the proximity of someone like him. When you meet back up with him, ask him why he willingly left." Turning to Marcus who was putting the pieces together, she smiled slightly, "Marcus can you call Sarah and ask her how much longer it will be? I sent her to the bunker."


    "Madame, Gentlemen if you would follow me inside I have someone bringing the necessary documents to prove the provenance of the Joanna crown." Turning she walked into Guild Hall without looking back. The agents after a moment followed behind. They were after all here because of a possible looted crown. So many artifacts had disappeared after the European wars. This was a significant find. Sotheby''s had already determined it''s authenticity as a 13th century jewel and was still working on a valuation. Without the provenance this was nigh on impossible. Even without it''s history, it was clearly priceless.


    Entering into the front offices, Cally moved towards the conference room. Passing Josie who was diligently working on documents she stopped and asked for a pot of coffee, iced tea and snacks to be brought to the conference room. The agents followed behind closely and accepted seats at the long table when Cally said, "To please be comfortable." Marcus brought up the rear and stated , "Sarah is on her way. You have made her day by sending her to bunker." Stepping in close he murmured, "Black?" Cally reached up a hand and caressed his face. This was to make her feel better and no other purpose. She gave him a short nod.


    Josie came in with a tray of coffee and tea with a selection of cookies. The conference room always had a carafe of ice water and clean glasses. Turning she passed Sarah coming in with a large storage box. Placing the storage box on the table, everyone could plainly see she was a bit excited. "Cally, the Joanna crown, wow! Olen showed it to me a couple times but I never checked it''s history. This is so sweet!" Cally had poured a glass of sweet ice tea and was grabbing cookies. She looked up and said to the room, "Don''t stand on formality. Help yourselves to coffee, tea or water. We also have fresh cookies." Nodding to Sarah, "You found everything I mentioned?"


    "Yes! I only had a chance to glance but I have the ship''s manifest from the ship Esmeralda that sailed in 1753. I have estate inventories that followed as well as wills and newspaper accounts when the crown was available for public view." Munching on her cookies Cally was contemplative as she stared at the Maraschino cherry chocolate chip cookies. Josie needed a fat reward for these. Looking up, with cookie crumbs on her lips she asked "You have the information from the County of Santa Irelia?" Looking at the agents who had all opted for coffee but had left the cookies alone. Cally smiled a sweet smile until Sarah grabbed a cookie...


    *sigh* ''She offered.'' "Agents, The Joanna Crown has been in my family for centuries. It originally belonged to Queen Joanna W¨­danaz. She lived in the former state referred to as the County of Irelia. It was a small piss-ant state. Joanna received it from the grateful citizens after she led a successful defense against some invading Turks."


    Sarah handed out gloves appropriate for archivists and then passed over the earliest documents that discussed the crown. None of the agents could read medieval Italian, however there were drawings of the conception the jeweler used while making the crown. There was asmall wood cutting of a woman wearing a crown and a few other drawings that occurred as decades passed. It was obvious the crown moved around as the language changed from Italian to French to finally German. Charlene''s partner could read enough German to understand the crown was inAichach in today''s Bavarian Swabia before sailing to America. All the documents were old and museum quality. With shining eyes they looked at Cally, "Can we---"


    "No. I know what you''re going to ask. These documents don''t need to leave Clan Home. You are free to take photos and ask for copies to be made. But the originals stay here. Now I believe I have been remarkably forbearing. Where is my crown?"

 59 Crown 2

    It was amazing. Put food before a starving man and he forgets his grievances. Put historical documents that are treasures themselves before art historians and they forget their colleague''s treatment. They had almost forgotten the possible looted crown. Agent Charlene Winston had to drag her mind out of the documents before her and think carefully about the present day. "Um, yes, Oh the crown, it''s still being evaluated at Sotheby''s. They have been bringing in experts in everything from medieval metallurgists to using something called, uh wait a sec. I made a note on my phone..." Charlene ran through her phones applications til she found the right app. "Here it is, Energy Dispersive X-Ray Fluorescence (EDXRF) is a nondestructive tool for determining the authenticity of colored gemstones and their geographical origin." Looking up from her phone she saw a complicated expression on Cally''s face.


    "Nondestructive is good. I should hate to have to hurt people because they destroyed a crown that was 660 years old. Sarah can you contact Gladys for me? She''s working in the DC area these days, right?" Sarah glanced at the FBI agents. She was old enough to not let a slip of the tongue expose werewolves. Instead of saying "Mom'' she immediately said, "Yes, my sister is working at a museum in DC as a curator. If she''s working she can get intense and not pick up."


    Finding her number in her favorites, she handed the phone to Cally. Cally called her old friend and after a couple rings it was answered. Before Gladys could answer, Cally spoke, "Gladys! DaRling." Drawing out the r sound like in old movies. "You don''t write. You don''t call. Don''t you love me any more?"


    Gladys knew instantly who it was. She might have a different voice but nobody called her Darling like the Wotan. "Wotan, C Cally Wotan. OMG is that you?! I was just asking Sarah about you last night!" "Darling, Darling, I can''t let you run off on a tangent. I am surrounded by G-men and women. The Feds, the Feebs, the Alphabet boys, the men in black. I need your help."


    "Anything. You name it!" "Good girl! You know that crown Olen liked to show off to all the girls?" "Uh-huh." "That damn Bimbo princess thought it belonged to Olen." "No way!" "Yes way!" Cally started to circle the room as she carried on her conversation. "She actually thought Olen was without family!" "Seriously?" "Seriously! Girl, you would not believe the crap I have had to deal with! So Catherine Rosemount, aka Princess Bimbo thought she would just purloin my crown and donate it to some museum." "No way!" "Yes way. I figure she was aiming for the Louvre." This garnered a vicious response from Gladys, "That Bitch! What''s wrong with U.S. Museums?"


    Agent Charlene was getting dizzy watching Cally walk in circles so she tried to focus on the documents on the table. But the animated conversation kept drawing her attention. From the information they had been able to get. the crown was the former property of Olen Hamundarson, CEO of Wotan international. He had died and Catherine Rosemount was trying to get it evaluated for a possible museum donation. It seemed they needed to speak to this Ms. Rosemount about theft.


    "So, Sweet-ling,my crown is at Sotheby''s auction house and they are running all kinds of tests and having big fat ugly men poke at it with their pudgy fingers. I''m worried about it." There was a distinct sniveling whine enteringCally''s voice. Any minute tears would fall. "You will go and supervise over my crown, won''t you? You won''t let anything bad happen to it?" "Of course how can I refuse?" "Darling! I knew you would! For helping me with this problem you can ask me one thing."


    Complete silence followed this comment. Even Sarah stood at attention. Finally Gladys who had been struck dumb said, "Three things! I want to ask three things!" Cally smiled. This was an old game. Murmuring softly, "Darling, Sweet-ling, you''ve already agreed to help me. Now you are negotiating?" "I was stupid! I want three!" Cally suddenly sat on Marcus'' lap. he had been following both sides of the conversation with ease. Cally responded, "One." Gladys caught herself. She was ready to plead, "Two. This little bit of help to the Wotan is surely worth being able to ask two things."


    Cally leaned forward and brushed Marcus'' lips before sliding away. His face was stern but his eyes were smiling a bit. "Fine. You can ask two things. After I get my crown back safe and sound." Gladys started to squeal happily. "And you have to abide by the BCE rule." "Aw." Slightly disappointed by the rules Gladys shook it off. "I''ll leave for NY with in an hour. Wait for my good news."


    Marcus caught Cally''s hand. He asked, "BCE?" Cally leaned in close to his ear and whispered so that none but Sarah might hear, "Before Common Era." Then Cally straightened up and said so even the agents could hear, "You have to put time limits on Gladys or she''ll get carried away."


    Charlene Winston was an art major. She and her colleagues had spent much time in DC museum''s. It was amazing where looted art would show up. "Gladys. Was that Gladys MacLeish? The curator at the Smithsonian?" Grabbing the last two cookies, Cally looked over at Sarah. " Yes Gladys MacLeish. Sarah is she working at the Smithsonian these days?" Sarah gave an affirmative response while the agents were shocked. "You just asked The Curator of the Smithsonian Institute to go do your bidding?" "Well, who else could I have asked?"

 60 A Diamond Is A Really Hard Rock

    The agents were dumbfounded. They were going to need days to process everything that was happening and had happened. Cally finished off the last of the cookie crumbs. In her very best Cookie Monster voice, just for the visiting flatfoots she said, "No cry because cookie is finished. Smile because cookie happened."Dusting off her hands and taking a wipe from Sarah, The Always Prepared, she then pulled on her white cotton gloves.


    Pulling out the ship''s manifest, jeweler''s specifications and drawings, various wills and estate papers where she had willed the crown to herself and newspaper accounts of the crown since it came to this country. "You will want these as provenance. Sarah here will help you take legible photos and send copies to Sotheby''s. Sarah make sure to tag Gladys in all dispatches to the auction house. Now I have played with you guys long enough. I have curtains and fairy dust to go check out. Marcus, you''ll escort these fine examples of law enforcement until the end?"


    Without waiting for anybody to comment she zipped through the door and out of the building. Marcus looked down at his hands.''Fairy dust and curtains?'' His life had been so boring, so dull and now he couldn''t catch his breathe around her.


    Sarah was still stuck on the fact her Mom got to ask two questions of the Wotan and was guaranteed answers. ''I want to be there! Mom better share the moment!''


    The agents were looking at, to them indecipherable documents. Even if it was in English the language was archaic. The medieval documents were completely beyond their capabilities. "Sarah? Did that woman just randomly pull out documents to get rid of us? Can''t we just get copies of everything?" Sarah looked at the selected papers. Based on her training with her Mom and her many years as an archivist, these were the exact paper trail needed. "No. Cally is um shall we say a savant? Brilliant but strange. The papers she pulled out give an exact timeline for the crown. She cut down unnecessary needed interpretation. I have just the camera to make detailed photos."


    Until the paperwork was viewed by experts, the FBI''s Art Crime Team would stay in the area. Agent Winston directed her next questions to Marcus. "Mr. Knight, that woman, Cally Wotan inferred the crown was stolen after a former CEO of Wotan International died. Is Catherine Rosemount available to speak to us?"


    "No. Cally was highly upset when she arrived here and realized that Ms. Rosemount was making false assumptions about property that passes from each successive Wotan heir. The Wotan family is matriarchal. This is how it has been for that family for countless generations. Cally just arrived for Olen''s funeral when she found Ms. Rosemount taking liberties. Cally contacted the Rosemount family head and Catherine was ordered home. She left for their home in France a couple weeks ago."


    "Why didn''t she call the police? She simply sent a thief home? This woman Cally is the strangest person I have ever run across. She appears to be incredibly wealthy, flaky, childish, a linguist. Not to mention rude to our fellow agent because of her idea of what his religion might be. Just how much of this can we be expected to believe? Just who the hell is she?"


    Marcus was quiet. How do you explain miracles? Finally he said, "Did you know Einstein was an expert with squirt guns. He was a good at shooting at the neighbor kids with thecowboy-style straight draw. Can you imagine Einstein in a water gun fight? And he had his front doorpainted red to help him find his way home. I am constantly surprised by Cally. She is strait forward, independent, wealthy to the extreme, has family history that is older than this country. Explaining Cally would be like saying a diamond is a really hard rock."


    "Agents I will have one of my people help Sarah with getting you the copies. I need to step out and make a few phone calls. I will be in the next office if you need me." Walking out he paused and told Josie to lend her assistance. Entering his office he called the front gate while watching a camera view of said gate. He instructed the guard to inform the agents that their fellow agents would be down within an hour. He noted what appeared to be a line of salt separating the agents from the rest of the property.

 61 Black Witch

    Sarah and Josie quickly prepared flash drives with all pertinent documents for the lovely FBI agents. Sarah and Marcus assured the agents that any of the experts that Sotheby''s wished could come and examine the original documents. As long as Gladys okay''d it in advance. James Holmes, the lawyer, and Marcus were walking the agents out of Guild Hall when everyone stopped to watch the spectacle of Marvin the Martian, aka Cally chase two playboy bunnies down the street.


    Marvin, aka Cally, was wearing a red leotard, oversize white sneakers, her helmet with the broom on top, green leather Roman gladiator type skirt and a black mask. The two playboy bunnies seemed to represent Bugs Bunny. All three were on segways. Cally was using a nasally voice to shout, "You rascally rabbits give back my Illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator!" The two male agents looked at each other and silently agreed the two bunnies were cuter than old Bugs Bunny ever was.


    Agent Catherine was silent and staring in the direction Cally and her cohorts had disappeared to. Finally she said, "I get it. ''Hare Way To The Stars'' 1958 Looney Toons. The segways kind of resemble the vehicles Bugs was using to run away from the Martians." She looked at her partners with the most surprised expression. "I get it."


    Regrouping with their other team mates Charlene waited until they got back to their hotel before the debriefing. Sitting around a conference table the first order of business was for Charlene to ask, "Sam, why did you go along with their request for you to leave? You left like it wasn''t nothing." Having plenty of time to think of an explanation, he responded, "I am Wiccan. A lot of people confuse this with witchcraft. Now, how exactly that woman was able to accurately smell ingredients and associate it with casting, I have no idea. You guys would tell me if I stunk, right?" Everyone nodded in agreement and laughed. Diffuse and confuse the situation. "Any way, dragging out my beliefs is not something I prefer to do. I hope you guys understand."


    What he didn''t say was he would be looking into Clan Home and it''s little Miss Cally Wotan. To embarrass him, to call attention to his casting of magic was unacceptable. It was a shame he was run off before he could collect samples that he could use in his magic that would help him control someone from Clan Home. That big guy, the Russian had even poured salt around him! That simply screamed he had been recognized as a black witch. He would wait. He would wait until his team mates had moved on. When no one was looking, he would come back and that bitch would be sorry she was ever born!


    From there the discussion moved on to the provenance provided, the fantastic wealth of historical papers and the spectacle of Cally Wotan. They discussed the inclusion of Gladys MacLeish and how she was renowned for chasing down rightful owners of museum treasures and returning priceless treasures to them. It had been one hell of a day.

 62 Much Ado

    Gladys MacLeish was a maestro in the world of antiquities. She was fully capable of pulling in the unexpected experts. When dealing with temperamental geniuses she was a force to be reckoned with. In no time the Joanna crown was studied, analyzed , poked, prodded and even had 3-D models created of it. Quite a few of the gem stones were surprisingly fromAnatolia. Leading some of the experts to believe that the stones were taken from defeated Turks.


    Taking care of the crown was a walk in the park for Gladys. Much of the work had in fact already been done. But her most pressing issue was, what was she going to ask The Wotan? This was in fact keeping her up at night. She had already filled two note books with possible questions. She knew not to ask anything that could be answered yes or no. Like were you at the Battle of Waterloo? Didyou ever meet (please insert famous name)? Don''t ask anything that could be answered with a one word answer. Like who burned Rome? Because Cally would do that! Gladys had been given the chance to ask questions before. She had asked, ''Did you visit the Americas pre-Spanish conquest?'' Her one question was wasted. The answer was ''Yes.''


    The when, where and how were separate questions! Damn it! Suddenly a thought occurred to Gladys. Cally never allowed a BCE question or in the more common popular thought BC or before Christ. She would smile and say "Oops, a BC question." It counted! She had lost a question in this manner before. But Cally had answered that she had been to the Americas! So it had to have happened after the birth of Christ. How to ask? What to ask? Dang it! The Wotan was tricky tricky.


    If she asked ''How did you come to the Americas the first time?'' She would probably get, ''By boat.'' Maybe just maybe, '' In what manner did you travel to and around the Americas the first time?'' This would call for a more thorough answer, right, right? With her luck that damned old wolf would probably say she walked. Maybe she should consult a lawyer? They''re good at asking questions.


    Gladys had spoken to her only child Sarah several times since she accepted this assignment. She was smart and had a good head on her shoulders. But she didn''t understand how sneaky the Wotan could and would be!


    One of the researchers came at that moment. "Ms. MacLeish, I''ve been studying the list from the ship''s manifest from the ship Esmeralda of 1753. I believe the Esmeralda was a treasure ship! The crown is clearly listed but it is in a list of coronation jewels. Two swords are listed, one silver and the other gold plate. Eight silver state trumpets with chased laurel wreaths,gold braceletsor Armills and twenty pieces of gold banqueting plate. There is even a scepter that is described as enameled, engraved of chased gold and silverwith pearls and rubies. Is it possible the rest of these jewels still exist?" The poor researcher was vibrating in his excitement.


    Thinking carefully, Gladys finally had to shake her head. " I don''t know. But I can call the crown''s owner and ask." Shifting from one foot to the other the researcher looked like he needed to potty. "Um, Ms. MacLeish, um when you call could you ask if I could visit the actual documents? This was mentioned as a possibility. Um, this could be the most important thing to happen in my entire career! I would count this as a huge favor!" Other researchers also crowded around. It was clearly a, ''me too'' situation!


    Gladys understood his fervor. She had it herself, didn''t she? "Okay. No problem." Calculating the time difference she called Cally''s cell number that she had previously gotten from Sarah. "Cally, hello! I hope you are doing well?" Being careful of the human ears in the room, Gladys continued, "Your crown should return to you by next week. I hope this is satisfactory? One of our researchers has noticed in the Esmeralda''s manifest other crown jewels. The question has come up if these objects still exist and in your possession?"


    "Gladys. Is THIS one of your two questions?" Gladys blanked out.''Huh?'' "NO! no I wasn''t the one asking! One of the researchers noticed the list and brought it up. He, uh, also wants to visit the original documents." Cally was smiling on her end. She loved messing with people! "Ah. okay. Most of my jewels are in the bunkers here at Clan Home. Hmm, I believe I decided to keep all theIrelia in one geographical location. I have a few other bunkers in various places. Can''t put all your eggs in one basket ya know? Look at what happened to the library at Alexandria?"


    Gladys went rigid. "You did not just do that to me!The Great Library of Alexandria in Alexandria, Egypt, OMG! I! That''s BCE! No I''m not asking! You! I! You''re trying to trick me!" Gladys hung up without further thought. Trembling with barely controlled anger and curiosity. ''I have to be so careful'' She''ll try to snatch my question back!


    "Um, Ms. MacLeish, what did they say?"

 63 Much Ado About ...

    Gladys was over seeing the packing of the Joanna crown when various members of the ''Crown Team'' came to coerce, um, ask politely to travel with her and the crown back to Clan Home. Gladys was a werewolf first and a historical researcher second. For this reason she limited the number of people going to half a dozen besides herself. Grumbling, griping and begging did not move her. Nor did the bribes. Everyone was aware of the possibility of more crown jewels.


    One unexpected addition seemed to be a photographer who was hired by Sotheby''s at the request of The Wotan. It seemed Cally had hatched a plan to create a photography book of the Irelia crown jewels. The book to be sold for charity in conjunction with Sotheby''s. To hype the book sells, the rest of the jewels would be going on display at a future location as yet undetermined.


    After dashing the hopes of various experts who wanted to see the jewels and original documentations, Gladys received a phone call from a surprising VIP, Renard Durand, President of the council of werewolves. Staring at her phone before answering, she was surprised. They knew each other. But she wouldn''t call them friends. Besides Sarah was available to answer any questions the council had. "President Durand, hello. For what do I owe this honor?"


    "Gladys! Hello, it''s been a long time. I, um, called to ask you for a favor on behalf of the council." Renard was a bit on the tentative side. He was acting in concert with the other council members but he had never been put in this position before of having to ask a favor. They were dealing with The Wotan. Delicacy was required.


    Gladys was shocked. The council asked in the way of orders or they demanded. A favor was outside her experience. "Mr. President if it is within my capabilities I would be happy to honor any requests of the council."


    "Good, Very Good! We understand that you will be allowed to ask The Wotan questions and she will answer them? We recently had a black witch make an incursion into Clan Home. Cally met him and identified him as a black witch. She had him escorted off the property. We are unclear as to what a black witch is capable of in regards to werewolves. We have not dealt with witches in a few hundred years. We would like you to ask her what could a witch do to werewolves. We are concerned because Cally took such drastic and immediate action. Um, can you do this for us?"


    Gladys was silent for a moment. she was at first very reluctant when her precious chance to ask questions was mentioned. But this! This was exciting! "Yes! Of course. Mr. President I would be happy to ask Cally about this. I have been trying to decide what to ask and had not decided on anything." After a few more cordial words were shared the call ended. ''Oh my! This is perfect! I can ask, What are black witches capable of in regards to werewolves?'' The Wotan can''t get out of this! It''s not a before Christ question. She''ll have to answer in depth. This is so perfect. No one word answers hahaha.


    Gladys handed over the crown to the security team assigned to handle the crown until it is placed back in The Wotan''s hands. She then looked over the travel details for the assigned personnel traveling to Clan Home. Finally having a free moment she called her beloved daughter. "Sarah, Sweetie, you didn''t tell me about a black witch." "Huh? What black witch?"

 64 Much Ado About Nothing

    As Sarah was unaware of the FBI agent who was also a black witch, she told her Mom to call Marcus. Marcus was generally aware of everything that happened at Clan Home. It''s not that Gladys didn''t think to call him but Marcus was not just scary to new wolves. He was scary to most werewolves. He was in charge of the unit that dispatched mad wolves. He had taken care of many himself. Just his persona set him apart. Only Cally saw a different side of him.


    Taking a deep breathe, Gladys calledMarcus Knight, head of security for Clan Home. He answered instantly, "Gladys what can I do for you?" No one called him unless they wanted something or to report something. No one until Cally. "Marcus, so good to hear your voice! We will be leaving for Clan home tomorrow. I am bringing a small team with me. Have you received the travel info and itinerary?"


    Marcus was in his office and he had already received faxes in regards to the identities of all who were coming and their respective backgrounds. He was aware they would be staying at a B&B in town and only allowed on the premises for their work. He even knew of the photography book that was going to be created for charity. Letting the world know there were priceless treasures at Clan Home did not faze him. They had top notch security, with personnel, cameras, motion sensors and really what thief could get past werewolves?


    "We have. Everything is in place. The people you are bringing will view everything in the archives building under Sarah''s supervision." Gladys agreed with all the arrangements. This was already a boon for all the researchers, an unprecedented chance. "Marcus the main reason I called was because President Durand called he wants me to ask Cally about black witches. What can you tell me about the one that entered Clan Home?"


    Marcus leaned back in his chair. he shifted to be more comfortable. "Gladys, Cally was greeting the FBI Art Crime people when she zeroed in on one of the members. His name was Sampson. She said she smelled dirt, cloves, and some kind of flowers. She said he had been brewing. I assume that means concocting spells or something. I didn''t smell anything out of the ordinary. She then gave nails to the lawyer James Holmes that was escorting the agents and had another wolf get a bag of salt and forced him to leave. She specifically said he was a practitioner. We''ve had people looking into him since he was asked to leave but information is sketchy."


    "Wow, just wow. She is so frickin awesome. She smelled he was a witch! That''s insane. She had to have spent a lot of time around witches to be able to identify one like that!" Marcus took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. He made a noncommittal hmm sound. "Gladys, you don''t have any information on witches?" "No, not really. What I know is mostly anecdotal. So she forced him to leave immediately? He didn''t put up any fuss? That''s like agreeing to her guesses!"


    "Yes, that is why we have been looking into a FBI agent''s background as hard as we can. She would not even allow him to touch her or the two wolves that escorted him off the property." "You haven''t asked her about this?"


    Marcus sighed. He picked up his coffee and stood to go warm it up from a nearby coffee pot. Looking out his window he half expected to see a Looney Toon character to zip by on a segway. "Let us just say Cally has bought a lot of what she calls her play pretties. I am still confused about her fascination with a little curtain she bought. She keeps saying something about it being haunted or maybe she said it wasn''t haunted. To be more exact; Cally is distracted and I can''t get much information out of her." He stood there drinking his coffee while a conversation about a distracted Cally ran through his mind. She was distractedby a handsome man and food. Sarah had wanted to use him to distract Cally. Maybe he should give that a try?

 65 Reactions

    Gladys MacLeish arrived at the gates of Clan Home the following afternoon. Behind the rented van with the overly excited researchers were two black SUV''s. The first containing security guards carrying the priceless crown and following them was Charlene Winston and Agent Barney Doss. Charlene had decided since Doss had missed all the action the first time he should be allowed in on this final act of the circus.


    The gate guard checked in everyone from the van and asked them to wait for an escort. He then spoke to the feds asking them to await the escort. Finally he approached the security detail. "I don''t suppose you can give that head piece to just anybody, huh?" As expected it had to be handed over directly to Ms. Cally Wotan. He sighed and scratched his head. The guards heard muttering but could not make out what he said, which was, "I wonder who will show up?"


    Marcus, James Holmes and Sarah arrived in a timely manner in two club cars. Sarah greeted her ''sister'', Gladys and explained to the researchers they would be following her to the archives and research building. The lawyer went to the FBI agents and invited them to join him in his club car. Marcus stood staring at the security detail without speaking. Finally what almost sounded like big band / futuristic music was heard approaching. Everyone without exception tilted their heads to hear better and try to place the familiar music. As Cally came into view on her segway they could finally hear ''Meet George Jetson, his boy Elroy, daughter Judy'' and with perfect timing Cally stopped at the gates.


    Cally had her honey blonde hair in an up do with a black bow. She was wearing two colors of pink.Her shirt was a zip front top in light pink with a dark pink extra large collar, matching light pink mini skirt, dark pink leggings, black ballerina slippers and two tone pink wristlets. Marcus was staring at her bare midriff. He then turned a frosty gaze at the stunned security guards.


    "Marcus did you bring it?" Marcus glanced at the pink confection walking towards him. ''How many more costumes had she bought?'' "Of course." He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a passport. Taking it, Cally gave a quick look inside and walked up to the guards who had her crown. Flipping open her passport like she was in a detective show she asked in a deep voice, "You got the goods?"


    The security detail had never encountered anything like this situation. But being professionals they exited their SUV, inspected her credentials newly minted this morning and proceeded to unload the original wooden trunk that was specially designed for the crown. They had Cally sign a receipt and handed over the box. Then she freaked out everyone by tossing it to Marcus. Except Marcus. He wasn''t surprised because there wasn''t room on the segway since she had added a sound system.


    "Marcus, you''ll handle this for me? I have a date." Marcus became more rigid, with an under lying barely contained violence, "Date?" "Um yes. Story time at the school. I''ve got to hurry." She then jumped on her segway, turned on her theme music and sped away with everyone watching. What do rational people say when confronted with that? Gladys laughed and told her team, "That was Cally Wotan. She sometimes has more money than sense."


    The security provided by Sotheby''s left. The FBI transferred to a club car and Marcus passed the crown over to Sarah. "I''m going back to Guild Hall with James and the feds. You handle Gladys and our other guests." With that she had no choice but to take a priceless, irreplaceable 13th century crown and tuck it beside her on a glorified golf cart. Turning to the researchers who were still shocked by this chain of events. She smiled reassuringly and said "Follow me to Never Never land."

 66 A Day In The Nigh

    Marcus and Clan Home''s lawyer took the to federal officers back to the conference room in the Guild Hall building. Agent Doss was in a sensory overload. Cally was a beautiful cartoon character. Her cosplay abilities were top notch. The building they were currently in was stunning, the head of security, this Marcus Knight was one of the most intimidating he had ever met.Being in this situation, he decided to let Special Agent Winston do all the talking. These people were tossing, yes tossing a priceless crown around like a soft ball!


    The lawyer, werewolf and all around ''I''m a nice guy'' James Holmes was discussing with the FBI agents the aspects of the return of the Joanna crown. He was assuring the agents that it would be perfectly safe there. No, there was no reason to hire more security, add to security measures, or place the crown in a museum. This mishap was because of a misunderstanding by one Catherine Rosemount. But she had been forced to leave Clan Home as punishment. He could provide a phone number for them should they wish to ask further questions of her?


    Marcus took this moment to ask, "Agents, the last time you were here, Ms. Wotan took an instant dislike to your fellow agent. I hope there are no hard feelings?" He was probing as gently as he could. This Agent Sampson was proving illusive in their investigations. Charlene Winston who had initially been slightly attracted to Marcus but had put that away after witnessing Cally sit on his lap responded. "We talked to Special Agent Keith Sampson that afternoon. He was confused as to how Ms. Wotan could have possibly known he was Wiccan. He explained he preferred not to talk about his beliefs so we have let that be. He''s a professional. Other''s opinions about him would not affect him."


    "That''s good to hear. He must have been with the agency a long time then not to allow that kind of incident to bother him?" Special Agent Charlene looked at her partner for the day and asked, "I don''t know how long Keith has been with the Bureau. He came to us from cyber crimes, what a year ago?" Turning back to Marcus she smiled lightly, "I would hope all our agents would act accordingly, regardless of their time with the Bureau."


    Knowing Marcus had asked and received all he could on the black witch, James asked if the Special Agents would care to go see the crown. Gladys and Sarah probably would have unpacked the crown and placed it with the other treasures fromthe County of Santa Irelia by now. "Would you care to go over and see what all the fuss was about?" With his ''I''m a nice guy'' smile firmly in place anyone would trust and feel assured by him. However FBI agents knew any successful lawyer was not and never would be ''a nice guy''. Finalizing the rest of the paperwork the special agents walked over to the archives and research building.


    It was a mad house. Cally had sent over everything available from her time in Santa Irelia. There was a couple of tapestries. One of which depicted the battle of the invading Turks and a saint like figure standing alone and surrounded by the dead. Another tapestry was of the same woman standing before a castle on what appeared to be a pedestal before an adoring crowd. Other art works were of oaken figurines, an ivory relief carving that would have been found in a church or chapel and the pieces that the team knew of from the manifest of the ship Esmeralda. Comparisons were being made to rediscovered tombs. Gladys and Sarah had their hands full trying to control the researchers and scientists.


    James led the FBI agents in and allowed them to walk around and look for a bit before offering them refreshments at another location. This offer was refused but Special Agent Doss did work about enough courage and was able to lose his professionalism long enough to ask if he could take some selfies. Charlene Winston was appalled. Until he received permission and decided her former college roommates would be green with envy and also jumped on board. After that they bid farewell and went back to their field office.


    At 5 pm sharp the researchers and photographer were loaded into the van and taken into town. They were treated to a scrumptious dinner and told they could return at 9 am the next day.The excitement level was at epic proportions. No one would be able to sleep except maybe the photographer.


    As everyone was settling in for the night, Cally and the girls were enjoying ice cream that Cally had made. Enjoying the show ''America''s Got Talent'' while eating a bucket of Bourbon-Butter-Salted Pecan Ice Cream, Cally slowly turned her head to the balcony. She finished her spoon full of ice cream and dropped her spoon on the table. "Girls, it''s time y''all went to bed. Don''t you think?"


    "Huh? But the show? We just got started on the ice cream! Cally!"Cally stood and with a rare no nonsense expression and simply pointed to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. "Go. You can finish the show and the ice cream in your room." The girls stood reluctantly and slowly walked out. Cally urged them on with "Shoo!"

 67 A Day In The Night 2

    After ensuring the girls had gone to their room, Cally stepped out on to the balcony. It was late stars were shining overhead but there was not enough ambient light to brighten all the dark corners. In the darkest corner there was a black void. A space that was devoid of any color. "You know, if the girls had seen you they would have totally freaked out."


    "By shield of day, and shield of night, We feed and grow, beyond all sight, Your darkest self shall be our knight, Wield the sword of unseen light!" (1) Saying these ambiguous words, Cally slowly approached the huge wolf. Marcus was in his full wolf form. He was as black as pitch and based on his outline, giant. Transformed size doesn''t always equal the human size. She stared at him. She was fighting herself badly. She wanted to fall to the floor and give him her belly. She wasn''t afraid. No, she hadn''t been afraid in thousands of years but she wanted to be, needed to be lesser to his Alpha wolf.


    Slowly, as she approached he left his dark corner. Coming into the light from the patio door, she could see he was solid black. He was easily seven feet in length and weighed an impressive 200 pounds or 91 kg. Cally hadn''t seen him in this form and she was blown away. His eyes were more golden in this form than his normal brown with gold flecks. Magnificent.


    Unable to stare down into his eyes another moment, she fell to her knees before him. This put her head slightly under his. He looked down at her and leaned forward to smell her neck. Marcus was satisfied, she wasn''t afraid. Because of who and what he was so many were terrified of him. Fear was a bitter acrid smell. She smelled of excitement and more.


    She reached her hands into his fur, below his ears. He was so soft and he smelled like the night wind. He smelled like a long forgotten dream. Unable to bear it she buried her face into his neck and just breathed him in. She surprised him yet again by saying, "I''ve missed you! My Gods, how I have missed you!" She ran her small little hands over his neck, muzzle, face and ears. Then she softly sang a piece of a song into his ears,


    " tigers come at night


    With their voices soft as thunder


    As they tear your hope apart


    As they turn your dream to shame


    He slept a summer by my side


    He filled my days with endless wonder


    He took my childhood in his stride


    But he was gone when autumn came" (2)


    Again she buried her face into his fur. He was uncertain of why but it was obvious Cally''s emotions were running high. After a few more minutes he pulled back out of her grasp. He walked over to the balcony wall and looked back at her, he let out a loud sharp bark. As if to say ''Come on.'' Cally sat back and looked at him. She wiped her face, even though there were no tears. "All right! You want to go for a run? Just try to keep up!"


    Cally quickly dropped all her clothes and transformed from one moment to the next. The original quick change artist. Her wolf form was dazzling in the night. Her white coloring was a perfect compliment to his black. The yin to his yang. Two, tall, scary to behold wolves jumped in unison to the ground below and disappeared into the night.

 68 Running With The Nigh

    Two hearts running in the night. One was darker than the night and the other as fair as the moon. Indeed, ''The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.'' (1) Cally was in love with the night and her knight. She couldn''t help but think of songs and poems and they ran with the night.


    Running along the beach were they may and running inland through the trees at other times. Avoiding civilization and prying eyes they ran the night away. Marcus finally turned the pair back towards Clan Home before morning light. They stopped and rested on the cliff overlooking the bay where Olen had sailed the last time to meet his morning star.


    Exhilarated to an extent she couldn''t remember the last time she had been this happy. Lying side by side she rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart beating. Marcus turned and looked at the white wolf by his side. He knew she was happy. He could feel it in his soul. She matched him perfectly in their run.They ran in unison, in tandem, a perfect hunting pair if they were actually after prey.


    They looked to the East and watched the sun come up over the trees, slowly filling the bay with light. Marcus nudged Cally to rise to her feet and make their way back to Guild Hall and their more human selves. He had to walk behind her and push and nip and growl at her because a certain little lady didn''t want the night to end. Limping didn''t move him, collapsing and panting heavily didn''t faze him, whining didn''t win him so she collapsed one last time and buried her head in her paws. Peeking at him after a moment she realized he was leaving her behind. So she quickly got up and chased after.


    Entering Guild Hall it was still very early. They entered Marcus'' rooms so he could change. Cally opted to stay as she was. He had a quick shower and for today wore a black t-shirt and and blue jeans. It was a departure from his normal business attire. "Shall I make breakfast or do you want to go to the chow hall?"


    Cally was already trotting to the door. "Okay chow hall it is." Opening the door Cally led the way. Entering the cafeteria which was already filling with people looking for their breakfast, most stopped and stared. Werewolves by and large made up the population at Clan Home but not many went as wolves when it wasn''t a full moon. Fewer still were seen during the day and certainly few if any were white.


    Cally found a kids table and sat. She placed her right front leg on the small table and smiled a wolfish smile at Marcus. "What do you want to eat?" She cocked her head to the side considering, then a "MMMEEE" sound came out of her muzzle followed by a tinkling sound as she tapped a metal table leg. "Meat?" She nodded happily with her tongue hanging out.


    Marcus came back with a bowl of milk and a platter of bacon, sausage and ham. Placing it on the kids table he smiled and said "Enjoy." Returning, he sat nearby at a regular table. She pouted at him but he said simply, "I am not going to be uncomfortable so you can feel cute." He proceeded to eat his omelette. ''Ha! He thinks I''m cute!'' She scarfed down her breakfast and lapped up her milk. He took a napkin and wiped her muzzle. "You had a milk mustache." She nuzzled him in thanks and headed towards the door. Stopping she looked back at him puzzled, ''Milk mustache? How could he tell?'' He was smirking and eating his toast. She shook her head,''fine he got me.''

 69 Mr. M&M

    Gladys, Sarah and the team of researchers had been working furiously within their allotted time frame. From 9 am to 5 pm daily they were allowed free access to the archives and all information regarding the ship Esmeralda and the treasure ofSanta Irelia. The researcher that first called the Esmeralda a treasure ship was pacing back and forth waiting on Gladys to return from a coffee break.


    "Ms. MacLeish! I found something!" Gladys was being greeted continually with sort of thing since coming back to Clan Home. Her excitement had been turned off by repetition. "Oh?"Placing copies of the Esmeralda manifest in front of her that had been highly magnified, "What does this look like to you? Down here at the very bottom. It''s barely visible!" Gladys looked at the copies carefully. "Hmm, 5 gold casks? 5 Golden Casks? gold caskets? It looks like they ran out of room to write." "Yes, Yes. That''s what I think! The others seem to agree it says 5 Gold casks. Nothing like that appears in any further paperwork. Would Miss Cally Wotan have any other documentation? Could these casks still exist?"


    Giving Mr. Martin Morton a side look, Gladys said, "I''ll call her. You ask." "Me!?"


    Dialing Cally''s number she had to wait longer than expected. Just when she was about to give up, Cally answered, "Hello! Hello I''m here! I was changing and couldn''t answer the phone. DaRling, What can I do for you?" Cally was still exaggerating the ''r'' sound. "That''s okay. Cally, I have a Mr. Morton who would like to ask you about something from the Esmeralda manifest. I pass him the phone."


    Fumbling with the phone and stuttering, Mr. Martin Morton anxiously said, "Ma''am, my name is Martin Morton. I am one of the researchers you allowed to examine the treasure trove of documents pertaining to the Esmeralda. Um, there is something about 5 gold casks. You wouldn''t have any information or knowledge of that, would you?"


    "You''re kidding, right?" Was Cally''s quick response. Mr. Morton was sweating. Cally Wotan was incredibly wealthy, powerful and the owner of the greatest find of his life. "Um, Ma''am I realize it was a long shot that you would be familiar with everything from the ship''s manifest..." "That''s not what I meant." she interrupted. "Your name is Morton Martin? Who would do that to their kid?"


    "Um it''s Martin Morton." "Phish, same bloody difference! You''re serious? Not joking around?"


    Martin had heard every joke there was about his name. He didn''t get angry any more. He was resigned to it. "Yes ma''am." "Huh. Wow. I am stunned into almost speechlessness!" Cally sat back on her bed and leaned on her pillows. She really had just changed, from wolf to human. She had grabbed a silk robe before she had answered the phone because well, talking to people while naked was just ill mannered. She twirled her hair and thought for a bit. "OK M&M, the 5 gold casks, I don''t have those anymore."


    Of all the horrible nicknames he had ever been hit with, M&M wasn''t so bad. He kinda liked it. "Ma''am, you''re aware of the casks?" "Certainly. Look prepare to copy." He grabbed a pen and paper, "Shoot." "Tell Sarah to hunt up the file Franklin 001. It should be in archives versus the bunker since it involves a financial transaction that was unresolved. Okay Mr. M&M, I have a thing. Gotta run! Bye!"


    With bright eyes he turned to Gladys. She had heard everything. But not knowing she was a monster in heels, he explained they needed to talk to Sarah.Sarah was happy to oblige and pulled Franklin 001. It was an exceptionally old file. Basically it was a meeting between Marta Wotan and the esteemed statesman Benjamin Franklin. He was trying to drum up finances for the new Continental Army. Marta Wotan gave him 5 oaken casks that contained approximately 10 pounds of gold bars each for the war effort. With the agreement for a repayment at a future date.


    5 wooden casks containing 10 pounds of gold bars each, meant that there was 50 pounds of gold or 800 ounces of gold that would have been worth over $15,500 in 1775. Gladys, Sarah and Mr. M&M were stunned! The Wotan had loaned it out! And never went for repayment! The government owed the Wotan Family big time. It took the the rest of the afternoon to come up with an accurate assessment of what was owed. Based on the average inflation rate, Cally was owed half a million dollars for the gold alone!


    Calling Cally back that afternoon, they told her the good news. Sadly Cally was less than impressed. "Look M&M, in the Franklin files you will see we discussed the gold several times. We also drew in others to talk about the gold. I have correspondence from John Adams, Alexander Hamilton, Michael Hillegas and Washington. I think if we tally up the value of the letters it''s worth more than the gold." Cally was trying to make Double Dutch Walnut Fudge. She had no interest or time for this.


    So, she hung up on the deflated Mr. M&M. He thought she would be so pleased! Turning to Sarah and Gladys with a confused look on his face he asked, "Who the hell is Michael Hillegas?"

 70 Wotan International

    Mr. Martin Morton was trying to make all his friends and colleagues call him M&M. He changed all his social media accounts and was also very happy to see even more contact requests. He was thrilled but there was something that was bothering him, he had to think and ponder for a while before it dawned on him. Miss Cally Wotan seemed to know everything about the ship Esmeralda and the treasure of Santa Irelia. She seemed to know everything about the decades after Marta Wotan arrived in the Colonies and she usually used phrases and expressions like ''I'' and ''We''. She really but herself in first person when discussing the documents and treasures.


    Deciding to ask Sarah, since he believed she would know more than Gladys because she lived at Clan Home, he hunted her up in her office. "Sarah, can I ask you something?" "Sure." "It''s about Cally Wotan." Sarah looked up from her paperwork, "Oh?"


    "Why does Miss Wotan refer to herself in the first person when talking about the treasure of Santa Irelia? She said things like '' We discussed the gold several times. We also talked to others about the gold.'' How does she know so much? And why do all the owners appear to be female that retain the name Wotan?"


    Leaning back in her chair, Sarah smiled, "I''ll start with the last question because it helps answer the other questions. The Wotan Clan is matriarchal. Cally is a directline heir to the original Queen Joanna through the female side. If you can get her talking you would learn that Cally is a story teller. As a story teller of the Wotan clan she has learned at the knees of all the women in her family all her family history by way of word of mouth. She can tell you the history of the Wotan clan without deviation time and time again. This is the way of a master story teller. Also you must remember she is the head of the Wotan clan. When she says ''we'', she is referring to all the other Wotan clan heads and herself. Does that answer your questions?"


    Mr. M&M was nodding his head. It made sense. "I have never run across a European matriarchal family. But this is pretty awesome. Um, changing the subject, we should be done by the end of the week and out of your hair." Sarah as calm as ever reached for her coffee cup, "You and your colleagues have been perfect guests. No bother at all."


    As M&M was heading back to the research labs that were set up for he and his colleagues; trouble was arriving in the way of Jaime Antunez, the CFO of Wotan International along with Thomas Howell IV, CEO of Wotan International. They had arrived at the gates to Clan Home. Jaime was a werewolf. He had a deeper understanding of Wotan International and Clan Home than his human ''boss'' could ever hope to have. Thomas Howell IV came from old money and a prestigious family. However over the years with the financial markets up turns and crashes his family no longer had the resources they once did. Thomas could not run his own company and was employed by someone else. A bitter pill indeed but at least Wotan International was one of the richest and oldest companies in the world. Since Wotan focused on real estate their money had been increases steadily over the decades.


    The guard called Cally to inform her of her guests. She was just finishing a bowl of fruit out on her balcony. Planning to laze around all day, this was something to liven up her day. She was planning on bikini ware for most of the day but, ah well. "Warren, tell Jaime to head over to the visiting VIP cottage nearest Guild Hall. I think it''s empty at the moment. They can get settled in and I''ll head over in an hour or so to set up our schedule of talks." Pausing for a moment, Cally was trying to remember the CEO''s information. "Tell Jaime I appreciate his unexpected guest."


    Warren relayed the info to Jaime Antunez the Chief Financial Officer of Wotan International. Jaime could do nothing but sigh. It wasn''t like he invited the CEO but when he informed Thomas he would be visiting Clan Home and the new Chairperson of the Board; he invited himself! Thomas Howell the 4th, mustn''t forget the 4th, also wanted to surprise the new Chairperson. Believing her to be young and inexperienced, he thought he would be able to gauge her abilities and possibly push her to the point she would just leave everything to the more experienced Ivy League graduate with the impressive family background.

 71 Wotan International 2

    Jaime Antunez was slightly concerned about meeting with the new Wotan. She had summoned him and he had brought a human without warning her. On the other hand Thomas Howell IV was anticipating his meeting greatly. He could eat little girls for breakfast, figuratively speaking of course. He met Billionaires,heads of state, Kings and Queens all the time. Famous people were always ready to receive and cater to him. It could be quite amusing watching them fall all over themselves trying to win his favor and get something from Wotan International.


    Having never been to Clan Home himself, he was very impressed with the property. The seclusion, the security, the architecture, and design were top notch. "Tell me Jaime, how does one get a place here? I just saw a fabulous looking French chalet back there." Jaime Antunez gave him a glance without taking his eyes away from the winding drive. "This is Clan Home. It is separate from Wotan International. All homes and amenities are provided by the Clan Home organisation. It is an international community but the families involved have had a stake in Clan Home for decades. This is a purpose built community. You would have to be a member of the organisation to live here." Jaime knew simply saying you could never live here would be akin to lighting a fire in the human, who could not take no for an answer.


    Thomas nodded. He could of course understand you had to be born to it. After a few minutes of silence, Jaime pointed out Guild Hall. "This is the Guild Hall Building. I would say it is the centre of Clan Home. This is also were CEO Olen Hamundarson lived and were the current Wotan family head is living." Driving past the incredible structure they swiftly arrived at a modernistic type bungalow. Sharp angles and lots of glass made the house very interesting. As opposed to the exterior, the interior was beautiful with all the wood floors, counter tops and an oaken circular staircase leading to a smaller upstairs. "Magnificent design!" Looking around Thomas could easily see no expense had been spared. "I know you came the last couple of years to see Hamundarson here. But is this where they put you up?" "Em, sometimes. The bedrooms are upstairs. We of course have maid service but we will have to decide on our own when and where to eat."


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    Thomas Howell IV looked around at the gleaming surfaces and because of the almost excessive glass windows could see a kidney shaped pool in the garden behind the house. "Tell me Jaime, are we sure this property is not owned by Wotan International? Also the treasure from that strange little country, I have received international inquiries about it from some royal and formerly royal houses. The provenance was clear? It belongs to the Wotan family and not the corporation?"


    "Thomas, the Wotan family is very old and very wealthy. I am unsure of how many individual companies and corporations they actually own, in addition to their private wealth. Wotan International is the largest and most visible. But I can tell you the oldest law firm in the world is exclusive to the Wotan family alone. I believe you went to school with a James Holmes?"


    "Hmm, oh you mean at prep-school? Yes I seem to recall." Jaime Antunez shook his head, shrugged his shoulders and went upstairs. Jaime was thinking Olen may have made a mistake appointing Howell as CEO. He knew his reasoning. You needed to be a bit of a cutthroat and ruthless in business. Kind of like a viking. But you could not use those same tendencies when you dealt with the current Cally Wotan and her things. She would eat him alive.

 72 Asshattery Is A Word

    Cally decided she wasn''t going to inconvenience her plans too much for the day. So she opted for a crisp clean white knit top and shorts. Large white framed sunglasses, sandals and a beach bag full of goodies completed her ensemble. Skipping into Marcus'' office, she saw he was busy talking on the phone. He was magnificent. Dressed in a black dress shirt with grey trousers. She could look at him for hours. As long as her fingers behaved, she could look for hours. Even now she wanted to interrupt and.....


    "Cally, do you need something?" Words. He said something. "Um, uh," She swallowed her saliva. "Oh! I''m going to meet with The CEO and CFO of Wotan International for a bit. Then I''m headed down to the cove. I was wondering what you thought of me running the girls off and you and I spending the evening in my rooms?"


    "You''re meeting executives in those clothes?" Cally was surprised and looked down. She was wearing clean clothes. The important bits were covered. "Yes?" Marcus rubbed his eyes as if tired. "Okay, yes I''ll come up to you tonight. Call me when the girls have left for the night." Standing he walked to her with slow predatory steps, reaching her side he suddenly pulled her in close and held her head and assaulted her mouth. With the suddenness he forced his way into her mouth before she could open for him. He showed her with his mouth what he intended to do to her later. He was also covering her with his scent so the wolf CFO and anyone else she met on the beach would know she was taken.


    Strolling over to the VIP bungalow, Cally was enjoying the day. The sun was shining, she was going to laze around the beach, she had a date with the sexiest thing on two or four legs! She then thought of the girls. It was to soon for them to leave her side. Their experience was too recent and their control was good but not good enough. But they were cramping her style! She felt like the Mother of teenage daughters; she had to plan to get them out of the house to have wild passionate love scenes with her Marcus!


    She was either going to have to build them something or move them into an established home on the grounds. The sooner the better. She also needed to put them to work. Being idle wasn''t good for them all the time. ''Fac et aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat occupatum,'' or "engage in some occupation, so that the devil may always find you busy."Nodding to herself, she had a plan. Move ''em out and put them to work and have more time to have sex with Marcus!


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    She surveyed the bungalow. Nice, very nice, knocking on the door with no response she entered anyway. Looking around the interior, this could work long or short term. She would of course consult the girls. At this moment Thomas Howell IV entered from the back patio and pool area. Seeing the beautiful girl in skimpy clothes he made assumptions. "You''re the maid? Good please take my bags upstairs. You may unpack for me also. Place my personal toiletries in the bathroom and I expect the covers to be turned down by..." She interrupted at this point, "You are mistaken. I don''t work for you..."


    Thomas interrupted her. He was instantly irritated, "I am a guest of Miss Cally Wotan. As such you will see to my comforts or I shall report you and have you fired. I may report you anyway for being so improperly dressed!"


    Jaime had scented a new werewolf and was about to come downstairs when in heard Thomas make his ridiculous comments. He was hurrying down the stairs because he had heard things about Rebecca Wotan. He had no idea what the new Wotan might do. "Thomas that''s not who you think she is!" Cally looked up at the approaching werewolf. She removed her over sized white sunglasses. "Jaime Antunez, I presume? If you would be so kind as to tell this asshat who he works for? I have had all the asshattery I intend to take. So depending on the next few minutes he may or may not have a job."

 73 Call A One Woman Meeting

    Thomas Howell IV Looked at the beautiful lightly dressed young woman before him. Obviously she wasn''t a maid with her attitude and words. She knew Jaime so it was reasonable she was Cally Wotan. Placing his hands in his pockets he gave her a slight smile, "My apologies Ms. Wotan. I had searched for your image online but was unable to find any recent photos. I did not expect you to appear so quickly. Also I need to tell you that you are mistaken about something."


    Cally cocked her head to the side. This guy was something else she had to hand it to him. He had placed all the fault with her. "Oh?" His smile got larger, like a shark. "Yes, you can''t fire me. I can not be fired by an individual. My position can only be terminated by the board of directors. Again I am sorry for the misunderstanding."


    Oh he was a cocky bastard! She didn''t like him. Ignoring him for the moment, "Jaime, it''s nice to meet you. The accommodations are satisfactory?" Shaking her proffered hand, "Indeed, And it''s a pleasure to meet you. I met Rebecca briefly many years ago. I doubt she would have remembered something like that and told you?" Inside he was quaking. Rebecca Wotan had short temper. But this version of the Wotan looked amused. He didn''t know what to think. "Um, I hope bringing an additional guest was not a problem. Thomas found out I was coming to meet you and thought he should also meet with Rebecca''s heir and discuss a few matters."


    Cally flicked her hair over her shoulder before finally turning to put Mr. Howell the fourth back into her eyes. Ignoring people is a lovely easy insult. "I don''t anticipate any further problems with your guest." Both men heard ''Your Guest'', she was not accepting him as her guest. Cally walked into the kitchen area. Fully equipped, nice. Perfect for the girls. Opening the fridge she pulled out a carafe of ice water and poured herself a glass. Taking a sip, she finally responded to the arrogant asshole''s comments. "Mr. Howell in the future please refer to me as MISS Wotan. I prefer this to the more militant Ms. It is more reflective of my age. As to it being my fault for not having a big enough presence on social media for your benefit. Image having more money than most governments. It''s not wise to advertise." Another sip of the water and she pulled out her cell phone. "Hey, Siri, call Ronald Holmes."


    A computer generated voice responded ''calling Ronald Holmes.'' Thomas Howell IV lost his shark smile and Jaime Antunez turned a worried face to Howell. Both gentlemen knew that Ronald Holmes was the company''s chief lawyer. He had an impressive array of subordinates and not many people could call him directly, let alone speak to him. "This is Holmes and Associates. How may I direct your call?" Cally had the call on speaker as she looked around the bungalow. "Oh, if you could, tell that old flea bag, Cally Wotan would like to speak to him."


    "One moment." With these words Howell lost some confidence but not much. He still didn''t expect the call to go through. After all even he couldn''t just call up Ronald Holmes! He needed to make an appointment just to call and she called him a flea bag? "Miss Wotan, it is wonderful of you to call. I was wondering when would be a good time for me to contact you." Cally looked over at a stunned Howell. She smirked and mouthed the words, ''Miss Wotan''.


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    "Ronny you''re on speaker. I have Jaime Antunez and Thomas Howell the fourth here at Clan Home." "Oh? So you''re still at Clan Home? Has that boy of mine introduced himself?" Howell was further surprised that this chit of a girl seemed to know Ronald Holmes and family. He listened to some more small talk before the conversation turned.


    "So the reason I called you, you old Shyster, is CEO Thomas Howell IV says I can''t fire him. What''s your opinion?" A moment of silence followed before, "Well, you can''t fire him" Howell instantly returned to the shark smile with these words but quickly lost them. "You can''t fire him as Cally Wotan but as the Chairperson with over 70% of the shares you can call a one woman meeting and vote with just your shares and he''s outta there." Cally was watching the passing expressions on Howell''s face. "Ronny you are still the best lawyer money can buy. Thank you. You need to come visit. We''ll terrorize your son. What do you say?"

 74 Ive No More F*cks To Give

    Thomas Howell IV was not pleased. He did not expect such a young woman to thoroughly dismantle his apology or threaten his position as CEO. He didn''t think it possible! "Miss Wotan, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. Perhaps we can start over?"


    Cally looked up from a fruit bowl. She was currently taking all the oranges and stuffing them in her beach bag. "Hmm? Sure no problem. Hello Gentlemen! I am Cally Wotan the new Chairperson of Wotan International. I am the majority stock holder, having acquired all of Rebecca Wotan''s stock and Olen Hamundarson''s stock. Please treat me well!" Jaime Antunez started to speak but Cally just flapped a hand at him. "I am headed down to the cove for some sun and sand. We will meet this evening over dinner here at the bungalow. I will be bringing a lawyer, James Holmes, Ronald''s son with me as well as Renard Durand, the Clan Home President. Jaime as you are more familiar with Clan Home, please arrange the food through the Cafeteria of Guild Hall. We will make further plans for our business meetings then. I have a thing. Ta!"


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    Cally exited through the rear patio. She wanted a closer look at the pool area. ''Yes, yes this would be perfect for the girls. She could clear out her love nest! She started humming a little ditty. When she was out of human ear range but not werewolf range Jaime could hear:


    ''I''ve tried, tried, tried, and I''ve tried even more


    I''ve cried, cried, cried, and I can''t recall what for


    I''ve pressed, I''ve pushed, I''ve yelled, I''ve begged


    In hopes of some success


    But the inevitable fact is that it never will impress!


    [Chorus]


    I''ve no more f*cks to give


    My f*cks have run adry


    I''ve tried to go f*ck shopping but there''s no f*cks left to buy!


    I''ve no more f*cks to give


    Though more f*cks I''ve tried to get


    I''m over my f*ck budget, and I''m now in f*cking debt!''


    Jaime was amused and relieved. This Cally Wotan had a wicked sense of humor. "We are indeed fortunate that this Miss Cally is a lot more mellow than her predecessor Rebecca. I heard when irritated she would eat people. Sir, would you like to have a rest, check up on the office, or take a tour of Clan Home?"


    Howell was still contemplating his first encounter with a girl who was not intimidated by him. He looked up at Jaime and sneered, "Cafeteria food?" "Ah, about that. It is not what you would expect. They have a Michelin chef. I will call as soon as you give me an idea of what you might like for dinner. I am aware the Wotan family are quite the meat eaters. So I will order Filet mignon with a very nice Catena Zapata Adrianna Vineyard White Bones Chardonnay."


    Thomas Howell IV was appeased. A Michelin chef, his favorite meal and his favorite wine. He and Antunez had worked together for a few years. Jaime knew how to butter him up. "Yes that sounds wonderful. Perhaps a cheesecake sampler for dessert? The rest of the dishes we will have the chef decide?" Heading to the bedrooms upstairs Howell said over his shoulder, " I''m going to rest and look through some work. Perhaps a tour later?"


    Jaime was happy to see him disappear. He took a big breath and let it out slowly, releasing his tension. He hated bringing humans to Clan Home. Hated it. Having to put on an act constantly. He changed clothes and made a few phone calls and decided to check in with his old friend Sarah MacLeish. He didn''t know why he had been summoned and he wanted a better picture of the Wotan.


    When Thomas heard Jaime leave he quickly made some phone calls. First to some private investigators that were tied to HIS family''s law firm. They were loyal to the death. "Yes I want everything you can get me about the assets and wills and estates of Olen Hamundarson, Rebecca Wotan, and who ever was the family head before Rebecca. The treasure of Santa Irelia, that was recently in the news, I want to see if it was passed to individuals and not one of the Wotan companies. Send everything to my private account." Thomas sneered,''Little girl messing with me is a mistake.''

 75 What Is Right And What Is Lef

    That evening James Holmes, Renard Durand and Cally arrived at the bungalow together. Cally looked young and fresh in a yellow skirt and white blouse. Her hair was draped over her shoulders. She was as beautiful as any fashion model but with more curves. James and President Durand were in their everyday custom suits.


    Dinner was served outside on the patio under artificial fairy lights surrounded by lush plants. The chef was personally overseeing the wait staff. Thomas Howell was very pleased with the presentation as if he had personally arranged everything. Cally introduced Clan Homes'' lawyer first and then said, "Gentlemen please let me introduce Renard Durand, President of the Clan Home Council. As such he represents 3.33%of Wotan International stock and has a place on the board. The Wotan family gave this stock to Clan Home in perpetuity for operating expenses. As the President, Mr. Durand has say over that stock."


    The food was scrumptious. The background music was lovely. The atmosphere was nice and friendly. Even if Mr. Thomas Howell IV was occasionally left out of the conversations. It seemed his CFO Jaime Antunezwas familiar with the lawyer and this HOA President person. It didn''t seem odd as Jaime had often visited the previous CEO Hamundarson here. Thomas had learned in business that sometimes sitting back and listening could provide snippets of information that provided huge benefits.


    Cally was enjoying the food. Visiting with Jaime, who she didn''t know, James who was a recent acquaintance, and Renard who was not exactly an old friend but someone she had known over the years. It was at this time Thomas entered the conversation. "Cally, I have received several communications from various ruling and former ruling houses in Europe inquiring after the treasures of Santa Irelia. One of the most interesting inquiries seems to be from a descendant of Vlad Tepes or Vlad III Dracula."


    Cally tilted her head to the side, thought for a moment before answering, "That is quite impossible. There are no direct heirs of The Impaler. His brother had heirs. I think Queen Elizabeth II is descended from that bunch." She thought for a few more minutes about ancient bloodlines before continuing, "I am a direct matrilineal descendant of Queen Joanna W¨­danaz of Santa Irelia. As set forth in her will the jewels pass through her female descendants as dowry. Anyone who tries to claim what is mine is in for one hell of a fight. I do not put up with thieves. My family has always been very clear on what is right and what is left."


    Cally was making a subtle point to CEOHowell but she figured he was to vain to see it. He probably thought her to young, stupid, inexperienced or just because she was a female to know what he was up to. She knew she was right when he sneeringly laughed, "What is right and what is left? You mean right or wrong? " Cally sipped at her sweet tea. She had not been in the mood for wine. "Same thing." She shrugged. He didn''t get it and probably couldn''t. "Anyway, Tell anyone who contacts you that they are free to take it to court if they can prove a better claim of ownership than the Wotan family. It will make for a sensation and help sell the book we have created for charity."


    Diffusing the slightly tense atmosphere, the conversation turned to which charity Cally intended to receive the profits from the book sells. "I am leaning toward several animal welfare programs. The endangered red wolf, the orangutan under threat in Indonesia and a few others. Wotan International has always been known to strive toward being good stewards of the planet."


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    Renard enthusiastically stood and presented his wine glass to Cally. "Wonderful, wonderful! My I present this toast to you?" Without waiting he drained his glass and slammed it on the table. James and Jaime also stood, realizing he was about to be the only one sitting Thomas stood also. Saluting Cally they each drained their glasses. Thomas spoke up before the others could speak. "That is indeed a wonderful sentiment. Is that perhaps why you summoned the CFO of Wotan International? You are planning on starting charities through the company?"


    Cally stared at her reddish brown drink. She lifted it and swirled the liquid over the ice. Draining her glass, She carefully sat her glass on the table. "No. I wanted to ask why the nature preserves we established in Indonesia were turning a profit?"

 76 Old Wolves Are Like Dogs.

    That night Marcus stood by the large sliding glass windows facing out over Cally''s balcony. He could see a few glimmering lights of Clan Home through the trees. The doors were open allowing the breeze to gently blow in. The night smelled wonderful. He looked down at the woman at his feet. He was never going to get over the fact he had such a woman in his life.


    He caressed her face as she serviced him before sinking his hands into her hair and more forcefully pushing past her lips. She had almost managed to deep throat his cock by her self. He, with a little more force managed to get all of his impressive length past her lips. He could tell she was struggling but he didn''t care. She would soon be pleasured by him. This was about his pleasure and she was a werewolf. She was damn near immortal as far as he could tell. The knowledge that she would do this for him and with him was beyond any wild imaging.


    Staring at her beautiful face, he thrust forcefully. "Drink it. Drink all of it."


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    Minutes later, Cally was leaning against his thigh. She had almost managed to get her breathing back to normal. Cally worked her jaw open and closed and messaged it to work out the soreness. Mean while Marcus had straightened his clothing and was playing with her hair as he waited on her to recover. "Thank you." Cally looked up into his dark eyes. She smiled, "You are most welcome." She held up her hand and he helped to pull her to her feet. Snuggling into his arms she sniffed and smelled his scent. If she could wrap his smell around herself for the rest of her life she would never ask for another thing in her life.


    Leading him to the sofa, she pushed him down so she could cuddle into his arms again. Peaceful quiet reigned. Marcus was resting his chin on her head when he asked, "So what are your intentions with the girls? Are you going to try to find them a new pack? Or leave them here at Clan Home but move them out of your suite?"


    She sighed and began petting his chest with little circular motions. "I had originally thought when I changed their bloodline from MacTire that after they stabilized they could find new homes in other packs. But that is out of the question now."


    "Oh?" He glanced down but she was still playing with his chest. She was starting to circle his nipples. Circling and retreating and giving them glancing touches. He was unsure how long he would be able to have polite conversation with her because of her teasing.


    "Jessie and Abby are lesbians. They are a mated pair." She sighed, "There are not many packs or clans that would be willing to accept them. Maybe in a few decades it will be more acceptable in werewolf society but old wolves are like dogs. It''s hard to teach them new tricks. They will have to stay near me until they have a few years under their belts as weres. I have been looking around for them a new home. It will have to be somewhere on the Clan Home property. I was actually thinking of the VIP bungalow. Possibly long term but at least for the short term."


    Marcus was about 200 years old. He was old fashioned in some regards. He admitted it. "They will have a tough time if they don''t stay here, that''s for sure. Did you know they were lesbians when you made them part of the Wotan pack?"


    She flicked his nipple causes a slight pain. "How could I know? It''s not like they were carrying signs." She moved closer and blew her hot breath onto his shirt covered nipple making it a bit damp. "It wouldn''t have mattered to me anyway. I asked them if they wanted to live. They did. End of story."

 77 All Who Journey Here

    The next morning Marcus and Cally shared the cooking duties of breakfast. Cally prepared porridge, eggs and bread while Marcus cooked bacon and sausage. Cally was drinking freshly squeezed orange juice when Marcus asked, "So how is it going with your guests?"


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    Licking her lips to get rid of a non-existent wet mustache, "Hm, Jaime Antunez is okay. I am disappointed he wasn''t aware of profits coming in from supposed nature preserves we have in Indonesia. He is the chief financial officer after all. That CEO Howell, the one Olen chose to take his place, well... He is a slimy character. Olen probably liked his cut throat qualities. But I have a different bottom line than Olen. Olen knew my priorities and left the different properties alone that have been designated preserves. Werewolves need places to run as well."


    "I expect Mr. Thomas Howell the Fourth thought he might skim a little or a lot by leasing those properties out to palm oil plantations. He can''t sell them. Those properties which over several hundred hectares in size have been tied up in more red tape to protect them than you can shake a stick at. He had to have leased them but the internet is a big bold creation. People notice crap and post it. I noticed some ''Save the Earth'' people complaining online and did some snooping."


    Marcus nodded in understanding. They ate leisurely for a while before he asked another question, "How long will they be here?" Cally looked up chewing slowly. She stared at the most important being that had ever entered her life. Oh, she had loved many people in her life but none came close to her mate, her life mate. She was lost in thought staring at him when he poked her cheek, "Earth to Cally."


    "Huh? Oh, when will they leave? I expect today because Howell will need to try to hide his tracks. I''ll keep Jaime here to go over some things and introduce Young Collin from the Yana tribe. It was previously arranged for him to intern with him later this summer. Something Olen set up while Collin was in college back east."


    Cally stood up to retrieve their empty plates but before doing that she circled Marcus shoulders from behind and hugged him. "Are you very busy today?" She pecked and nibbled on his neck while he reached up and caressed her face. "Not more than usual. We are sending teams to Chicago because of some news reports of suspicious deaths and we are hearing things coming from the area around Saskatchewan."


    "Hm, You probably need to send a couple teams to Saskatchewan. It''s a big area and the werewolf up there is starting to go crazy." Cally closed her eyes and thought hard. "It''s a female... She''s killed in self defense and is trying to not kill humans by going after live stock...She will go on a rampage by the full moon, I imagine."


    Marcus looked at her beautiful sad face. "How do you know these things?" He was asking because he knew she often warned Olen in the past so he could send teams, She knew about the mad wolves Ivar and Jocko. Cally smiled gently and grabbed his plate with hers to take to the kitchen. " It is my curse to know all who journey here."

 78 Busy Day

    As predicted CEO Thomas Howell IV had a sudden urgent need to go back to the main offices of Wotan International back East. Cally met with Jaime Antunez and introduced Collin Yana at the bungalow after breakfast. She tasked both gentlemen with preparing reports for her on all properties that were designated nature preserves that were held by the Wotan company.


    "I want detailed information about our Indonesian properties. I expect this to include aerial photographs and videos. I also expect teams of naturalists and animal rehabilitation groups to be ready to go in immediately."


    "Miss Cally if lease agreements have been signed with palm oil plantations we may have problems." Jaime Antunez was concerned with the legalities more than anything. "Collin, what are your thoughts?" asked Cally.


    "Could Eco-tourism be used to replace the lost revenue of the plantation owners and restore the natural land?" Cally was impressed and the CFO was astonished with this young man. "Can you expand on that idea?" " Certainly. I will put together a prospectus after I see exactly what the status of the properties are." Collin didn''t graduated at the top of his class for nothing.


    Seeing the two off, Cally toured the entire bungalow before calling the girls over to look at it. But surprisingly when the girls arrived they weren''t interested! Jessie spoke for both of them. "Cally we appreciate everything you have done for us and please feel free to continue to take care of us but...We have talked to Sarah and she has an apartment over her garage. We have been fixing it up and we''ve been planning to tell you that we were going to be moving out." Abby piped up quickly when seeing the solemn expression on Cally''s face, "Moving out but not moving too far away!"


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    Cally looked at her two fledglings and slowly smiled. "You have surprised and impressed me with your resilience and strength. Most people would have not been able to have recovered as well as you have from your trauma. I''m as proud as a Momma sending her babies off to school for the first time. Have you decided on jobs yet? I know you''ve been talking about with each other."


    "Well, Sarah said she can use Abby in archives. This was her area of study after all. I was hoping you could speak to Marcus for me about an office job. I have an MBA. I''m willing to start at the bottom and work my way up! It seems I have plenty of time." "Why haven''t you asked him yourself?"


    "He scares me spit-less. It is bloody hard to talk to people without spit!" Cally was laughing and had to take a moment. "Okay, Okay, I''ll talk to my Sweetie. But how can you work for him if you are spit-less?"


    Jessie was horrified, "NO! Um no I don''t want to work with him. Somewhere in the Clan Home offices would be fine. He has dozens of workers. Somewhere near the bottom where I wouldn''t have much contact....." Jessie stopped there as Cally looked like she had sucked a lemon. "Alright. I can do that but I need to see this garage apartment of yours. I may have some curtains I want to give you."

 79 Busy Day 2

    Thousands of mile away from Clan Home an old fashioned house phone rang. The phone was ringing in the entry hall of an impressive old french chateau. It rang for sometime until your stereotypical maid answered the phone. "Oui?"


    "Bonjour, Je suis l''agent sp¨¦cial Keith Sampson avec le FBI am¨¦ricain. J''essaie de parler ¨¤ Mademoiselle Rosemount."


    "Un moment."


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    The housekeeper in her sensible black shoes and staid black dress went to the Lady of the house''s rooms and told Catherine an American officer was on the phone. So after some minutes another land line phone was picked up, "Hello, I am Catherine Rosemount. How may I help you?" "Greetings, Mademoiselle. I am Special Agent Keith Sampson with the FBI''sRapid Deployment Art Crime Team. This is in regards to the 13th century crown you sent to Sotheby''s. We are trying to tie up some loose ends in our investigation. Where you aware of the rightful owner when you sent the crown to the auction house?"


    Silence greeted him and only the sound of breathing allowed him to be certain Miss Rosemount had not hung up on him. "I''m sorry the American FBI was dragged into this misunderstanding. We, my Father and I, had sent the crown for inspection and cleaning. We did this in appreciation of the new family head Cally Wotan. Have you spoken to Miss Wotan? I understand the crown is now back safely in her hands." Catherine was sticking to the tale her Father Jean Michel Rosemount had woven.


    "Hm, I was unable to personally speak to Miss Wotan. She seemed to take an instant dislike to me and forced me off the Clan Home properties." "Really? Then you and I have much in common Special Agent." Catherine thought for a moment, she still had sources feeding her information about that bitch and other happenings at Clan Home. With this she asked, "So is it true?"


    "Is what true, Miss Rosemount?" "Is it true that you are a witch and that the bitch Cally ran you off?" Keith Sampson laughed. He seemed to have found what he was looking for in Catherine Rosemount and it wasn''t details about a stupid piece of jewelry. She hated and she had sources. "Mademoiselle, I will admit to certain Wiccan attributes." "So can you do curses or hexes, something that would fuck up that bloody bitch?"


    "I could if I was able to get my hands on certain things." Sampson had surveilled the perimeter of Clan Home. Between the roving guards, the gigantic guard dogs that came out at night, and surveillance cameras,the property was better covered than anything he had come across. He couldn''t get in. "Really?" Catherine was excited. She knew nothing of witchcraft and what was possible and impossible. But if Cally Wotan could DIE a bloody pus filled death, screaming in agony, begging for death, She, Catherine Regina Rosemount, could be happy again. "What things?"

 80 Busy Day 3

    It was early afternoon when Marcus called up to Cally''s rooms. "Cally can you come down to the council chambers? Gladys is ready to ask you her questions." Cally had been playing around watching videos since she had seen Collin and Jamie Antunez off that morning. She was bored. Maybe playing with Gladys would give her something to fill the rest of the day until Marcus quit work for the day.


    Jessie and Abby were supposed to be working on their new apartment. Ugh, work, cleaning how boring! Skipping down the steps she couldn''t wait to see what Gladys had come up with. She loved yanking her chain so to speak. But she had done her a solid favor this time. Okay the other times were solid favors too but Gladys was SOOO serious all the time. It was fun to watch her twist about!


    Arriving before the double oak doors of the council chamber Cally took a moment to sniff. There were an awful lot of people inside besides Gladys. Another sniff, and desserts! Cally hurried in to see the room was jammed back with people! Gladys was sitting beside James Holmes the Clan Home''s lawyer of choice these days in the center of the room. They sat facing the currently empty council members seating. But on the desk in front of the council chairs was a table laden with food of all sorts! In front of the Wotan''s chair was cheesecake will chocolate covered strawberries. OMG! It''s a set up!


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    Marcus stepped up to Cally and took her by the arm and escorted her to her chair. He then took a step back to stand behind her. Staring at him for a moment, Cally then looked at all the food. She then scanned all the faces in the room and balcony seating. Yep, the gangs all here. ''Oh this is going to be fun!''


    "Gladys, what''s all this?" Cally was smiling and not being bashful had started on the cheesecake before her. Gladys was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. "Um, The munificent Wotan has gifted me the chance to ask two questions. The questions must be from the last two thousand years and not be from any period considered BC or BCE. Mr. Holmes has agreed to help me with these questions. The council has requested that I use one of my questions to ask about a specific topic." With this Gladys gestured to the council who were all sitting on the front row behind her. President Renard waved.


    Cally started to stand but Marcus put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him and sighed. Settling back down she swallowed a few times. Finally after getting all the cheesecake down, Cally saw Jessie and Abby hiding behind Sarah. "You three, I want a cola, milk and lemonade. I''m not talking until my drinks get here and I better not run dry. It looks like everyone is here for a show so what''s your first question?"


    Gladys nudged the lawyer, "Miss Cally, what can you tell us about black magic and the possible dangers to werewolves?" Cally had just received a large frost covered glass of milk and was gulping it down. She glanced at the lawyer and continued drinking. Sitting the glass aside Marcus handed her his handkerchief. After wiping away her mustache, she continued to maintain her silence until Gladys squirmed. Finally, "That is a two part question. Do you want to rephrase?"


    Gladys started pounding the lawyer with her notebooks. She was screeching and hitting until he ran away. Cally smirked, "You want to try again?" "YES!" Gladys settled down and looked at her notes. "What can A black witch do to werewolves?"

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    "Well I have to hand it to you Gladys. You have finally asked a decent question. And based on this spread, I think my two girls and Sarah want me to be long winded." As the girls in question were smiling unabashedly, Cally was sure she had hit the nail on the head.


    "Now for your question. It depends on the practitioner. It depends on their experience and power." Marcus shifted behind her, "What do you mean?""Well, for example, let''s say you have a wolf that is 3 hundred years old but submissive and you have a wolf that is an Alpha but only a 100 years old. Who is stronger?" Everyone in the chamber understood immediately. Older doesn''t necessarily mean stronger. "But let''s say you have an alpha that''s 500 years old an another alpha that 700 years old. Who''s stronger? It is the same with black witches, sorcerers, warlocks whatever you want to call them. Those that use the dark arts."


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    "Black magic has 2 possible goals, power and immortality. Their rituals use pain and suffering to achieve the ends. Now what creature comes to mind when you want to be able to torture something for a very long period of time with out killing it?" The mood in the room plunged. Those unfamiliar with the black arts were just told in no uncertain terms they were the top prize when it comes to being tortured.


    " The most powerful witches will try to use Immortality rituals. That requires massive amounts of collected pain. Also the most powerful will try their hands in necromancy. What witch wouldn''t want an animated dead werewolf for like committing crimes or hell why not? Housework! Necromancy is defined not as general black magic, but as any magic having to do with death itself, either through divination of entrails, or the act of raising the dead body. Most practitioners can do some sort of curses and hexes. A curse can be as simple as wishing something bad would happen to someone, or as complicated as performing a complex ritual to ensure that someone dies or acts contrary to their usual will. Maleficium..." Several people cocked their heads to the side signally they weren''t familiar with this word.So Cally said, "Okay sorcery can involve the act of poisoning or drugging someone it is the practice of malevolent magic or harmful magic."


    "You want a love potion? You want someone to have a slow death? You want someone to get sick next Tuesday so you can win the golfing tournament? Call a black witch. The most powerful spells require the most powerful ingredients usually. To use a werewolf to provide the power source behind spells would mean even the most mundane witch could become powerful and possibly immortal, especially if said witch could tie his or her life line to the werewolf. Imagine being able to control the thoughts and actions of a living or dead werewolf?" A collective shudder passed through the room.

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    "You said collected pain. How can pain be collected?" Marcus was doing the questions now. Without intending to, he had become the distraction while Cally ate. Cally thought for a second and decided to answer. He was her Sweetie, her mate, head of security and such delicious eye candy.


    "Crystals more than likely but I''m sure there are other means. I am only just familiar with the use of various crystals to collect energy. Real crystal balls are made of crystal not glass, you know." Abby spoke up at this point, "You mean like those Aztec crystal skulls?" Cally was currently chowing down onlemon meringue pie and drinking her lemonade. After nodding her head a few times she replied, "Aztec my ass. But they could work as energy receptacles as long as they are entirely crystal and not glass."


    Marcus continued, "So a black witch would capture a werewolf and torture him or her and collect the energy from said torture to power spells. Is that correct?" Cally simply nodded. The desserts were awesome! "How would a witch capture a werewolf and hold it?" Cally swiped some meringue with a finger and licked it. "Same way a any human would capture a werewolf. Shoot it and while it was still incapacitated chain him up. Most werewolf capture are accidental. A witch is not usually going for the weak. Torture won''t last very long with the weak. Go for something that looks like it can last until enough pain is collected."


    Abby again made a comment but no one minded because they agreed, "That''s evil!" Cally looked over and smirked. Looking at the table full of yummies, Cally decided to move the ''ehh, I''m not eating that'' stuff to the far right side and continue sampling. "Jello! There''s Always Room for Jell-O." Moving a coconut cake to the far right Cally said to the audience in general, "For future reference I don''t like coconut. The flavor is fine but real coconut feels like plastic in my mouth and you try eating it for a century and see how you like it."


    "Was there any particular reason you forced the black witch to leave immediately the other day? I don''t think he could have over powered us." Cally looked around the room until she spotted Sasha. Sasha was a Russian bear of a man and civilization came later to his region of Russia. "Sasha? How about you answering this one?"


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    Sasha looked flustered, "Um, Witches can hex healthy people with spells they carry around in their pockets. Witches can collect a bit of hair or an article of clothing to use for a long distance spell later. Mistress, is that good?" Cally smiled with her whole face, "Yes Sasha my dear. As a reward why don''t you join me at the table for snacks?" Sasha was like an over grown Pomeranian in his happiness for praise and snacks.


    Cally looked around the room at her enthralled audience, "A black witch is capable of leaving a path of plaque and destruction in their wake. I could tell he had been preparing a spell that was nasty because he was using grave dirt. I could smell it. Black witches are like potholes, best to avoid them."

 83 Mine!

    Cally was actively growling. The question and answer session had broken down and Marcus was talking to President Renard, Sarah, Gladys and several council members. When everyone''s hair stood up. Cally was using either consciously or unconsciously subharmonic sounds along with fierce growls to warn off Councilwoman Angela Perez, Jessie and Abby. Marcus looked over and realized his bright beautiful girl, who was a singularity in the entire world was guarding a platter of chocolate covered fruit.


    Councilwoman Perez was frozen. She was incapable of movement while holding a chocolate covered strawberry. It was a work of art. Cally''s growls were getting more intense and the subharmonics were starting to seriously effect everyone in the room. President Reynard was aghast, "Christ she took the Wotan''s food. We had multiple meetings about this!" He could plainly see Cally''s eyes were starting to glow. "Marcus, you have to do something!"


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    Marcus walked over to the frozen in fear councilwoman and took the uneaten strawberry and placed it back on the platter. Instantly the subharmonics stopped. The growls tapered off quickly. Marcus flicked Cally''s forehead with one finger. "Are you not ashamed? A grown woman acting this way over a fruit? This table is full of food and you are acting like the proverbial dog in the manger! You were scaring people."


    The strawberry was easily the size of a small apple with its added white and milk chocolate designs. Half of it disappeared in Cally''s mouth. After chewing for a minute, "Ashamed, no. It''s mine." Taking her eyes off of the attempted chocolate thieves, she stared at Marcus. Cally finished her strawberry and delicately licked her lips. "What''s mine is mine."


    Cally looked over her yummiest yummys. There was chocolate covered strawberries, cherries, blueberries, pineapple, pomegranate, oranges, dried apricots and others she couldn''t decide on till she ate them. Picking a chocolate covered pineapple, she smelled it, licked it and nibbled the edge while smiling temptingly at Marcus. "You and the council had more questions?"


    Marcus folded his arms in front of his chest. He considered the audience around and went back to questioning her. She probably was listening to his conversation and everyone else''s conversation while she was eating. "What are the chances that the FBI agent that came here knew we were werewolves? Or that werewolves exist?"


    "Hm, it depends on his age, his coven and hisgrimoireor book of spells. If he is way older than he looks he could have encountered werewolves or other supernatural entities. He might have an old powerful coven that would have histories of werewolves.Or his grimoire which is basically atextbook of magic,would mention encounters with us." Cally was popping chocolate covered blueberries like there was no tomorrow. "I personally don''t think he is more than 50 years old" At Marcus'' look she added, "I know. I know. he didn''t look over 30 but I think he has managed to add at least 20 years to his life. I can''t make any guesses about his coven or grimoire. But I doubt he could have any knowledge of us. Could be wrong but I don''t think so."


    "Would he definitely be part of a coven?" Cally thought for several minutes. She was making fantastic headway through her fruit tray. Gladys was still taking notes and was wondering if Cally was going to answer. Maybe she forgot the question, didn''t know, was going to finish eating first? Marcus waited patiently. Finally Cally answered, "Sigh." Reaching up she rubbed her temples as if in pain.


    " No. Maybe. I don''t know. I did my damnedest to wipe out most of the powerful covens. But some witches are loners that take on apprentices or have children later. One becomes two. Two becomes a coven. Like cockroaches.I have seen much evil and I believe in ''Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live''. At least not the black ones. White witches are okay as long as they don''t ''turn to the dark side''."

 84 Dont Hate Me

    The next morning Marcus awoke at his usual time, which was before the sun rose. He was alone in bed. This was unusual these days. Either in his apartment or her suite, he had her beside him and she liked to sleep late. He took in the scents and sounds of his apartment and realized he smelled coffee and she was definitely still in the living room. He dressed in his normal black shirt and grey trousers and headed to the kitchen for coffee.


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    As he was moving through his living space he could see her leaning against the lone window that looked out over Clan Home. It was twilight yet and the area still had a fog that had rolled in over night. She looked pensive. Grabbing his favorite Alpha Dog mug he filled it with coffee and joined her. She didn''t look around or acknowledge his presence in any way. Just looking out over Clan Home. Setting his cup aside he put a hand around her hips and pulled her bottom back against his hips. "What is it?"


    With this she leaned her head back against his shoulder. Her whole body relaxed against him as if to let him take away a burden. "I am probably going to have to go away for a few days. Want to come with me?" She wanted him to go with her and she didn''t at the same time. She was going to have to kill and it was going to be ugly. Cally looked up at his chiseled face. Raising a hand she stroked his jaw tenderly. "Never mind. You have a lot of work going on right now. I can handle this. It''s just I will miss you while I''m gone."


    Marcus was giving serious consideration to going but she was correct it would be difficult to leave right now. "Where are you going? And for how long?" Cally looked back out the window as if she could see where she was headed. The night was giving way to lighter blues and grays as the sun rose behind them. "Somewhere in the Middle East. I''m not a 100% sure where yet. I''ll know more when I am closer. How long? I don''t know how long it will take yet because I''m not sure where he is. I think he''s moving around quite a bit."


    "A mad wolf." It was a statement on his part. Why would she go otherwise? "You need back up? Weapons, transportation, supplies, just name it." Marcus rubbed his face in her hair for a moment while his hands splayed across her lower abdomen. "I can shuffle some things around and come with you. Do you know who it is?"


    "En, Yes, I know." Cally sighed from the bottom of her soul. Turning in his arms she put her arms around his neck and stared deeply into his eyes. "He''s a few hundred years old, smart and cagey. He''s been an Alpha for centuries. Taking people with me will just be troublesome. I don''t want to stand out to the regular populace more than necessary. The best way I can think to take him out barring blowing him up from a stealth bomber is close quarter combat." She loved this man. She had loved him in more than a couple lifetimes. Losing him again would be like a knife to her soul.


    Placing her hands on either side of his face, "My Beloved. My beautiful beloved Marcus. I was being selfish. It would be best if you stayed here." Marcus tightened his hands on her arms, "Are you actually trying to protect me?" He asked with more than a hint of displeasure. "No. Hm, yes maybe." She dropped her head on his chest and just let him hold her. After a minute she said,"Not the way you are thinking. It''s one of your pack members. You should probably call your Father when you get to your office. He should be aware of the situation by then." Looking up, she gave him a sad little smile. "Please don''t hate me." Cally gave him a quick kiss on the lips before leaving his apartment.