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complaining about his accommodation and the plain food.
The African Alpha, Thokomelo Matabula, of the Congo Pack,
politely expressed his discomfort about the cold, even though it was a
very comfy sixty degrees inside the large log-and-stone house called
The Den. It could easily drop to below freezing outside in April. He d
better ask someone to get thermal underwear for the guy.
The Russian Prime Alpha s twin sons, who were here as his
representatives for the Were Council Gathering as well as being
Alphas of their own Siberian Pack, had disappeared on Ducati
motorcycles and had not been seen or heard of since. Well, that
wasn t completely correct. They d been seen and heard partying up a
storm two nights ago in a bar in Wolf Point, of all places. They hadn t
thought to contact Angela, this year s acting Council Secretary and
his full-time personal assistant.
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Thinking of his wonderfully competent assistant, there was
another issue. The Australian Prime Alpha, Mike Evans, had
discovered last week that she was his mate. Oh joy, indeed, because
there went another one just when he needed her most. Good Were
administrative help was hard to find because there weren t many
females, and male werewolves often didn t have the patience for it.
Finding one s mate was, of course, a thing to be celebrated, and he
was very happy for them both, but it was bad timing for him. He
hadn t seen her for the first five days, as she d been closeted with
Mike in the cabin he d assigned to them. They d made an appearance
two days ago, but her mind was still mush, and she sat at her desk
with a distracted look on her face. After the full-moon mating she
would be permanently bound to Mike, and they would be Waltzing
Matilda off to some down-under billabong, leaving him without an
assistant.
And on the matter of females and mating, it now appeared that
there were not only one but two unmated female werewolves freely
running around in his territory. Molehills, lots of pesky little
molehills. He absently reached for another custard tart. There were
still many issues to be discussed and resolved before the Were
Council full-moon run in three days time.
Primes, Alphas, and their representatives from all over the world
were here at The Den, the headquarters of the North American Packs,
and where he was based with his own Montana Mountain Pack. Each
of the delegates had his own agenda and, it seemed, petty complaints.
Sometimes he loathed as much as loved the Were Council Gatherings
and wished they were held every ten years rather than every seven.
Just when he thought that he d had his fill of minor irritations, he
had another priority call from Kil. As he listened to Kil relay Daniel s
story, he began to piece together some of the recent events. Obviously
Daniel was working for Ashok Khan, trying to find Katherine Akara.
The story confirmed what he already knew Khan was as twisted as a
corkscrew. He was a dangerous, devious bastard, and Will didn t
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underestimate the lengths he would go to in order to get what he
wanted. Daniel had obviously come close and called Khan, and that
was why the Indian Prime Alpha had gone fishing.
The rumor was that Katherine had been pregnant when she d
disappeared from Scotland. Although he had never heard of such a
thing, he suspected that the second female werewolf was Katherine s
daughter and that was why she d tried so hard to hide in the first
place. His admiration for the young Maori woman she was only
forty-six increased. Years ago he d seen a photograph of her, and he
recalled thinking that her wide face, full lips, and broad nose looked
strong yet sensual. And I passed up the opportunity to have her.
He decided to head to the library for a bit of peace. Sneaking
away like a submissive was hardly behavior becoming of a Prime, but
darn it, he needed the space to think.
Hey, Will, a voice said from the far corner of the quiet room he
had just entered. There goes my alone time.
Bradley, he acknowledged.
His voice must have shown his irritation because Brad actually
lifted his eyes away from his computer screen.
Er, sorry, I meant hello, my Prime.
His Pack wasn t big on protocol, and he didn t usually mind,
because they all knew who the boss was, but when they had visiting
dignitaries they were expected to fill their roles with a little more
decorum. Still, he wasn t irritated by the informal greeting as much as
the fact there was someone here to greet him at all.
S okay Brad, there s no one here but us Montana Weres. You
look busy, what are you working on?
Our web site, www.weresrus.com. I m updating info and
upgrading the security for access to our new Were-community chat
rooms and information board. Brad clearly saw the puzzled
expression on his face so he further explained, Anyone can access
the main WeresRus home page, but that s just a cover. Only Were
members can access certain areas of the site. There haven t been any
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breaches, but I like to stay ahead of the game. Honestly, Will, it s a
great way to expand our social network and exchange information at
the level of the individual. Already a male in Florida found his mate
in California. They discovered that they d never met, so she sent&
Brad suddenly blushed.
What? He d begun to zone out but was now curious again.
Well, she sent a pair of her panties in the post to their Pack
headquarters addressed to him. One sniff and he knew.
Will laughed. Really?
Brad grinned and nodded.
That s great. Keep up the good work.
Will knew that in order for him and his Packs to survive and
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