You're vile, Woman

Randi:

“Aw, yes. My other granddaughter’s mates. The Watchmen. Unique combination with this grouping, but you boys are strong warriors. I can feel the energy of your auras.” Jorvik studied each one with an sharp eye from head-to-toe, nodding in agreement with his comment.

“Max is to thank for that. He trained us inside that facility, becoming a brotherly-father in a way.” Ben fist bumped Max with a firm nod.

“And that’s why Kaval chose him. Come! Let’s figure out how to bust into the vampire realm. Always wanted to piss up King Desmond’s leg, but I respect him and his wife.” Smiling at the scary brute’s sense of humor, grabbing his shoulder to ‘poof’ into the mansion but nothing happened. No tingling sensation through my body, no appearing in my destination of choice, just nothing.

“Has anyone else tried ‘poofing’, and not to the realm, just normal point A to B.” Looking around at the ones who had the ability to flash step or shimmy, and their twisted expressions of confusion summed it all up in a big fat ‘Fuck you’ from Helmer.

“What else seems off?” Shouting over my shoulder as we took off on foot, noticing a humongous black bear with a white streak running down its forehead, nudging its massive snout under my ass flipping me backwards onto its broad muscular back.

“Well, if I wasn’t a happily mated man, I would be asking you what you fancy, Big Guy.” Chuckling brightly at his snarling response as we followed two silvery-white wolves back through the wooded clearing toward the mansion, dodging a few tree branches that tried to ‘Headless Horseman’ my ass.

“Randi?” Looking back at Rex riding side-saddle on Rocko, perking a curious brow as to why he shouted my name and not linked.

“Rex?” Static fuzz.

“Mind-links are fucking down too!” Jumping off the massive bear as Mei and JR quickly slipped on shorts and shirts, jogging off through the kitchen. Max and Lexi tripping over their feet, sliding up shorts as they disappeared down the service hallway.

“Shifting still works, Flash step or shimming is a ‘no’, linking is another ‘no’, what else?” Grabbing a pen and pad of paper, jotting down everything as we hurried through the hallway, tripping down the concrete steps to a hidden basement.

“Everyone that is conscious has either witch, vampire, lycan, bear or royal blood. Not sure about fairy, Hilo isn’t picking up his phone.” Max slammed the receiver back onto the cradle, picking it back up dialing another number.

“So, that means about seventy percent of Demon Wolf is in ‘Dreamland’. Correct?” Looking up to JR pacing wildly, tugging at his dark locks in a manic rage.

“Yeah. What about the children? Are they all accounted for?”

“YES! Will someone explain ‘why’ over half of the clan is drooling on themselves?” Amelia slammed through the security door with Xander hot on her heel.

“Who are you?” Jorvik snarled at the fiery Amelia, stepping back a step as her fluid forward motion halted abruptly in a sharp side turn, scanning over the Nordic brute with those fierce emerald-green eyes, puckering up her red lips in a sour face.

“I should ask you that?” Her snarling growl hiss had us all ‘damning’ in silent entertainment as she squared off with the Nordic-Viking-brute of a man.

“Amelia, sweetheart, show some respect.” Xander slid up to her, placing a gentle kiss to her neck offering his hand out to Jorvik as a sign of ‘peace’, hopefully.

“Xander Whitetail. This is my wife and mate, Pack Doctor Amelia Whitetail.” Jorvik accepted Xander’s hand in a firm grip, smiling at them both.

“Spirit guides. I’ve heard of the Whitetail bloodline.” Jorvik seemed amused as Amelia narrowed her gaze on his smug smirk.

Oh Hell! Woman you asking for a ‘smackin’.

“What exactly have you heard…hmm?” Amelia bobbed her head in mockery, smacking Xander’s hand from her hip as he tried to pull her back into his chest.

“Do you have a ‘Death Wish’ or something?” Lexi laughed shortly from his computer, looking over his shoulder with a pouty smile.

“Oh, you think because I have a ‘pussy’ I can’t take on Jorvik of the Black Claw clan, who by the way is a fucking ‘Ray of Sunshine’ compared to some of you grumps in this room.” Amelia rolled her eyes in annoyance causing Jorvik to roar out in laughter as they hugged each other in greeting.

“Wait! You know each other?” Chris laughed out in disbelief, looking between his brothers with evil smirks of mischievous.

“Well, yeah. Who else informed him of his granddaughter Thyra being alive and well at Demon Wolf with her mate.”

“Hold on just one second. She just returned to human form earlier today, so how did you know we were mates.” Rocko growled out over Thyra’s head as he held her close to his chest.

“Rocko, sweetheart. I am Amelia Whitetail, mother of former Gamma Seth Whitetail, mother-in-law to the Queen Lycan Bitch herself, and adopted mother all wrapped in one big fucking package of surprises. I know when a mate bond is event. Thank you very much.” Laughing out in jubilation, high-fiving the Queen Bee herself as Jorvik laughed heartily.

“My wife would have enjoyed your company. Thyra, and now Elicia, are the only remaining women of the original Black Claw bloodline. We have strong women in our ranks, mated to strong warriors but no one carries the bloodline besides Thyra, Peyton, Elicia, Max, and Bain, but he has chosen his path and it will not be one of the living.” Jorvik placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, receiving a warning growl from Xander with a short chuckle.

“I hate to trample on this lovely moment of reflection, but Elicia.” Giving them the diva fingers with a tilted pout scrunch. Sorry RuPaul but I have failed at capturing your sass.

“Hold your knickers on.” Amelia waved her hand in my face, offering a welcoming smile to Jorvik.

“I’m glad you and Malik could be involved in that young ladies life. She is a breath of fresh air in the raunchiest of situations. And I mean ‘Raunchy’, she has shown more heart and fierceness in the shitiest of shit situations.” Amelia beamed like a fucking rocket on Fourth of July with confetti cannons strapped to her tits, screaming ‘Yippy-ki-yah-motherfuckers’ through the gloomiest skies possible and still managed to look calm and collected all in one breath.

“You’re a very unique woman.” Jorvik side-glanced her with a perked brow.

“MINE!” Xander growled darkly causing the guys to step in with whispered words, reassuring him and his wolf Jorvik was just bloating the ego of his wife.

“My apologies Xander. Sometimes the ‘beast’ likes to tease, but it’s all harmless. I would never invade your mated bliss, but she is quite the woman. How do you keep her so tamed?” If the room wasn’t a fucking vacuum already, it became one within seconds as everyone sucked in sharp breaths looking at Amelia’s reaction to that comment.

“Well…”

“Xander, don’t answer that question.” Amelia warned sternly, snarling out a raspy breath as Xander’s playful smile turned wicked.

To focused on the belting laughter that ripped from my chest as the door slammed open with Desmond looking extra crispy and smoldering in rage.

“JESUS CHRIST! What the Fuck happened to you?” Amelia rushed over to him helping him down into the white leather chair, motioning to Xander to get the First-aid kit from the storage cabinet along the far wall with the server towers.

“My brother happened. That’s what. Izzy got trapped in the feeding cell where Bailey was supposed to be but was gone once we managed to slip through the enchantment. Fucking Bastard was waiting for us, blow torched my ass back a few centuries before being expelled from the realm onto your front stoop. OWW! Jesus Christ Amelia.”

“Shut your whinny ass up, you overgrown suckling.” Stifling the bought of laughter that tickled at my chest, looking over to Rex hiding behind his fist with those radiant grays staring at me in shocked confusion.

“Your wife is a ‘Wild One’. No one would ever speak to me like that. They’d be dead.” Jorvik tilted his head in amusement toward Xander snarling out a warning.

“Well, sorry to bust your chauvinistic bubble Jorvik, but they don’t call me the ‘Ball Buster’ for my looks.” Amelia high-fived a snickering Mei over Desmond’s defeated expression, rolling his eyes that he was stuck in the middle of a pissing match.

“Don’t take her looks for granted, my wife, along with every woman in this family, and the clan, don’t take shit from no one. They’re special in every way.” Xander smiled proudly, snatched forward by Amelia in a heated kiss of passionate expression with Desmond trapped between them shoving out his arms to break it apart.

“Talk about horrible ‘Bedside manners’.” Desmond hissed out, managing to separate the heated couple from their blissful exchange only to have a four-inch needle shoved into his neck with a growling snarl.

“You’ll feel better in a couple minutes. It’s a concentrated tonic. Your Welcome.” Amelia capped the needle, disposing it in the medical trash shoot with a smug smirk laced across her red tinted lips.

“You’re vile, woman.” Desmond groaned annoyed, rubbing his neck with a twisted glare.

“It’s all done with ‘love’. Now, how we getting into the vampire realm? Mind-links are screwy, poofing is out of the question, what else did this fucker mess with when he snatched Elicia?” She was point blank and firing at rapid pace as the guys bolted up the concrete stairs, disappearing through the panel into the mansion. “Did we miss something?” Pointing to the blurs of muscle called the Watchmen.

“We’ll find out. I guess.” Desmond leaned back with a heavy exhale as his charred skin started to heal and mend with a soft fizzle of energy.

I need a stiff drink and stiff dick.