The Mane Squeeze
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Im telling youcute. Adorable!
Blayne, forget it.
Blayne sighed. Okay. Youre probably right.
Do you really think that pouty-face move is going to work on me? Jess asked. I perfected it.
What about two pouty faces? Ric rested his chin on Blaynes shoulder and blinked big brown eyes at Jess. Will that work?
What are you doing?
I have no idea. Ric grinned. But I have to say that Im completely in for the ride.
But this is my Lock, Jess argued. I meanwho is she?
Now it was Blaynes turn to gasp in outrage. Are you implying my Gwenie isnt good enough for your bear?
Im not implying anything. Im saying it. Out loud.
Breedist!
I am not!
Breedist!
While the two females snarled viciously at each other, Ric grabbed a stick from the ground and waved it between Jess and Blayne. Look! Look! A stick! Who wants it? Who wants it? Go get it! He threw the stick and Jess and Blayne watched it flip across the forest floor. Once it landed, they looked back at Ric.
Dude, Jess told him, that was just rude.
Niles Van Holtz, Alpha of the Van Holtz Pack, briefly glanced up from the pan he was scrubbing. Hold on.
His assistant watched him for several long minutes until Van was satisfied the pan was perfectly clean. If there was one thing he couldnt stand, it was crud on his dishes and cookware.
What is it? he finally asked while carefully drying the pan with a clean cloth.
There was a territorial breach on Van Holtz property. Another Pack.
Which property?
East Coast. Macon River Falls.
Uh-huh.
He certainly hoped there was more to it than a simple territorial breach for his assistant to come in on his day off. Especially if it involved his cousin Alders New York-New Jersey territories. As it was, Van didnt involve himself in the day-to-day operations of his cousins territories and sub-Packs. He made the assumption that those whod fought their way to the top could manage. Besides, the only thing he liked to micromanage was his restaurants, his kitchen, and his delicious wife when they were in bed. Any other time, she wouldnt tolerate it, and he couldnt be bothered.
There were injuries.
How bad?
Bad enough we were given a heads-up by the medical staff. And theres something else.
He hoped so because right now it didnt sound like anything his idiot cousin couldnt handle.
Van hung the now-dry pan from therack over his counter before he faced his assistant. And whats that?
The ones that were attacked were hybrids.
Van sneered. No, his cousin couldnt handle this. Or maybe Van should say that Alder wouldnt handle this, his opinion on hybrids having been made quite clear over the years. Yet Van understood what his cousin didnt when it came to hybridsan attack was rarely just an attack when mixed breeds were involved. Get my cousin on the phone.
His assistant sighed. Which cousin, sir? At last count, you had
I know how many cousins I have. And why did he allow his wife to hire his assistants? They were all like her in tone but without the added benefit of a great ass and genius-level IQ. Get me Ulrich out of New York on his cell and put him through to my office.
Cousin Alder wouldnt like it, but it was time to see what Alders youngest boy, or as Alder liked to call him, the useless, worthless, prissy boy was truly made of.
CHAPTER 6
Gwen sat on the top stair of the porch, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin resting in the palm of her hands. She stared off into the woods.
She stared and she sulked. She hated when she sulked.
As it grew later, finally drawing to a close this hellish day, Blayne sat down beside her, resting her elbows on her knees, her chin in the palm of her hands. She stayed silent a good five minutes, which for Blayne was pretty much a record.
Whats wrong? Blayne finally asked.
Nothing, Gwen answered. Im just sitting here. Staring. Maybe hoping a bear would wander out of the woods to say hi and Im sorry I broke my promise.
Hows the leg?
Healing. Although it did feel like rats were inside her calf, tearing the flesh apart with their teeth and then sewing it back together with a giant needle and some thread.
Hurts like a bitch, huh?
I havent started screaming yet, have I?
You have a point. Blayne took a deep, satisfied breath. Its really beautiful here, isnt it?
Yeah.
Beautiful house, she sighed. Great weather.
Yep and yep.
And that grizzly
Left me! Gwen screamed out, startling the birds from the trees.
Lock brushed the attacking bees off his face and dug into the hive again, pulling out the honeycomb. He shook off the clinging bees and broke off a piece. Ric sat down against a tree opposite from Lock that was close enough so they didnt have to scream at each other, but far enough away to help Ric avoid the rampaging bees.
Blayne, forget it.
Blayne sighed. Okay. Youre probably right.
Do you really think that pouty-face move is going to work on me? Jess asked. I perfected it.
What about two pouty faces? Ric rested his chin on Blaynes shoulder and blinked big brown eyes at Jess. Will that work?
What are you doing?
I have no idea. Ric grinned. But I have to say that Im completely in for the ride.
But this is my Lock, Jess argued. I meanwho is she?
Now it was Blaynes turn to gasp in outrage. Are you implying my Gwenie isnt good enough for your bear?
Im not implying anything. Im saying it. Out loud.
Breedist!
I am not!
Breedist!
While the two females snarled viciously at each other, Ric grabbed a stick from the ground and waved it between Jess and Blayne. Look! Look! A stick! Who wants it? Who wants it? Go get it! He threw the stick and Jess and Blayne watched it flip across the forest floor. Once it landed, they looked back at Ric.
Dude, Jess told him, that was just rude.
Niles Van Holtz, Alpha of the Van Holtz Pack, briefly glanced up from the pan he was scrubbing. Hold on.
His assistant watched him for several long minutes until Van was satisfied the pan was perfectly clean. If there was one thing he couldnt stand, it was crud on his dishes and cookware.
What is it? he finally asked while carefully drying the pan with a clean cloth.
There was a territorial breach on Van Holtz property. Another Pack.
Which property?
East Coast. Macon River Falls.
Uh-huh.
He certainly hoped there was more to it than a simple territorial breach for his assistant to come in on his day off. Especially if it involved his cousin Alders New York-New Jersey territories. As it was, Van didnt involve himself in the day-to-day operations of his cousins territories and sub-Packs. He made the assumption that those whod fought their way to the top could manage. Besides, the only thing he liked to micromanage was his restaurants, his kitchen, and his delicious wife when they were in bed. Any other time, she wouldnt tolerate it, and he couldnt be bothered.
There were injuries.
How bad?
Bad enough we were given a heads-up by the medical staff. And theres something else.
He hoped so because right now it didnt sound like anything his idiot cousin couldnt handle.
Van hung the now-dry pan from therack over his counter before he faced his assistant. And whats that?
The ones that were attacked were hybrids.
Van sneered. No, his cousin couldnt handle this. Or maybe Van should say that Alder wouldnt handle this, his opinion on hybrids having been made quite clear over the years. Yet Van understood what his cousin didnt when it came to hybridsan attack was rarely just an attack when mixed breeds were involved. Get my cousin on the phone.
His assistant sighed. Which cousin, sir? At last count, you had
I know how many cousins I have. And why did he allow his wife to hire his assistants? They were all like her in tone but without the added benefit of a great ass and genius-level IQ. Get me Ulrich out of New York on his cell and put him through to my office.
Cousin Alder wouldnt like it, but it was time to see what Alders youngest boy, or as Alder liked to call him, the useless, worthless, prissy boy was truly made of.
CHAPTER 6
Gwen sat on the top stair of the porch, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin resting in the palm of her hands. She stared off into the woods.
She stared and she sulked. She hated when she sulked.
As it grew later, finally drawing to a close this hellish day, Blayne sat down beside her, resting her elbows on her knees, her chin in the palm of her hands. She stayed silent a good five minutes, which for Blayne was pretty much a record.
Whats wrong? Blayne finally asked.
Nothing, Gwen answered. Im just sitting here. Staring. Maybe hoping a bear would wander out of the woods to say hi and Im sorry I broke my promise.
Hows the leg?
Healing. Although it did feel like rats were inside her calf, tearing the flesh apart with their teeth and then sewing it back together with a giant needle and some thread.
Hurts like a bitch, huh?
I havent started screaming yet, have I?
You have a point. Blayne took a deep, satisfied breath. Its really beautiful here, isnt it?
Yeah.
Beautiful house, she sighed. Great weather.
Yep and yep.
And that grizzly
Left me! Gwen screamed out, startling the birds from the trees.
Lock brushed the attacking bees off his face and dug into the hive again, pulling out the honeycomb. He shook off the clinging bees and broke off a piece. Ric sat down against a tree opposite from Lock that was close enough so they didnt have to scream at each other, but far enough away to help Ric avoid the rampaging bees.
