Scary!

Thyra:

“Rocko.” A familiar voice spoke questioningly as his warm palm held me firmly in place, walking briskly toward the inked beast from earlier. Squeaking out in shock, pushing further into the mountain of muscle hidden beneath a dark gray shirt. Receiving the gentlest of strokes behind the ear and a soft cooing shush.

“Sorry Max, found this little cutey hiding in the vent shaft.” His soft chuckle purred to my senses as those by-colored eyes studied me closely, scaring the ever-loving-shit out of me as he reached out to stroke my neck.

“I guess you’re not a fan of the kids?” His deep timbered tone stunned me into a frightened shock, crinkling my nose with a panicked squeak as he turned into the office, followed closely behind by Rocko, his name rolling through my thoughts with a soothing exhale, taking his poised stance against the wall.

“Myles, this is our Head of Security and fourth-in-command, Rocko Narvik.” The inked beast motioned towards Rocko, leaning against the wall behind the other dark-haired man with gorgeous golden-blues leaning back in his brown leather wingback with his fingers laced casually across his muscular chest. Smelling the distinct scent of wolf and something else, not quite sure what it was as Rocko leaned forward to shake Myles’ outstretched hand.

“Narvik, as in Narvik Norway? My late wife was from Mo i rana.” Myles spoke about my homeland like it hurt him to even mention my existence, snapping my tail in annoyance as Rocko chuckled softly, stroking my head gently.

“Easy little one.” His soft coo was enough to calm the swirling rage that lumped angrily in my throat, squeaking against his warmth as Myles narrowed his eyes in disgust.

“I don’t see the appeal in having those things as pets. They’re just annoying rodents.” His scoffing laugh had the same effect on Rocko as his chest muscles, flexed and ticked heavily beneath my tensed body, snuggling into his embrace as his finger continued to stroke along my neck and cheek.

“They might be rodents, but they’re very intelligent creatures. Wouldn’t it be a shocker to know, they’re not only intelligent, but very clean as well. Rats have a bad reputation for carrying diseases, but in all-actuality, it was humans who created the circumstances of those same diseases. Rats are only at fault, because of human error, Mr. Ursa.” The challenging mockery in his tone had Myles steaming pissed, squeaking out a laugh as the other two men smirked in amusement.

“Careful, Rocko. Don’t be mocking his intelligence.” Max’s voice echoed through my head, knowing I just picked-up his link between him, Rocko, and the other man’s laughter, who I’m assuming is King Rockwell.

How is this possible?

Links are formed through birth, mating or as clan members, so how in the Hell did I just hear Max speak in their shared link? Peeking over Rocko’s palm at Max sitting back casually with his fingers laced behind his head, studying Myles with those calculating by-colored eyes of green and ambers swirling around with a scary blackness.

“Excuse my rudeness. I forget that not everyone thinks like me, and yes, Narvik is my homeland, but I was removed from my mother’s care at a young age, name unknown, and my father, unknown.” Rocko spoke calmly like he had come to terms with his past, but he was from my homeland, and something about him just seemed… familiar.

“uekte barn.” (bastard child) Hissing loudly at Myles’ remark in our native tongue, flinching back as Rocko pushed up from the wall, straightening out his calm posture into a tense, stand-offish pose as Max and King Rockwell side-glanced his shift in mood.

“What did he say?” Another voice spoke angrily through their link, shocking me even more at how I was hearing them. Remembering Elicia and that whole situation, but that’s because she’s Myles’ daughter, or was it because she was bear? Ugh! I don’t fucking know.

“He called me a “bastard child” in Norwegian, JR.” Rocko growled out through their link, staring at the smug smirk forming across Myles’ lips as his ambered orbs looked up with a glimmer of arrogance.

“Mr. Ursa, do I need to remind you that you are on our land, and I can detain you for your lack of respect to the Royals.” Rocko spoke coldly, exhaling gradually as Myles stood slowly from his chair, flashing his badge like some kind of protective shield, while his right hand slid to a stop over his Glock holstered on his hip.

YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I hope they rip you to pieces.

“I’m a U.S. Marshall, here on official business in regard to a prisoner.” Myles shot off coldly, shrinking back at the loud growls that ripped through the room as all four men stood firmly to their spots, snarling out in warning.

You just Pissed-up the wrong legs. You “kuksugar!” (cocksucker).

“Peyton DeLois is in our custody, and until you present us with official documentation to release him into the custody of the U.S. Marshall’s, you need to leave. Now.” King Rockwell pointed to the door with a snarling growl as three guards entered, motioning to Myles to exit with them.

“Fine.” Myles removed his hand from his gun, grabbing the glass sitting on the table next to his vacated chair, downing the rest of the clear liquid with a hissing grunt before disappearing with the guards as the doors closed with a solid thud.

Fucking Pussy!

“Did that really just fucking happen?” Max laughed darkly, chugging his ambered drink reaching for the glass container to his left on the liquor cabinet.

“Oh, it fucking happened, and I don’t like it one bit.” Rocko’s tone, cracked heavily against the anger building in his trembling body as his finger found my neck again in a soothing stroke of warmth, cuddling into his chest as he slowly calmed himself.

I could get used to this real quick. Keep petting me Big Guy.

“What did he want with Peyton? Does he not understand Peyton is under the control of the Royal Council, and the Supernatural Council?” Rocko’s finger lingered against my cheek as my whiskers vibrated in an erratic rhythm of anger and calmness.

“He wanted to question Peyton about a case he is working. So, he said.” Max air quoted the last part, handing Rocko a hefty pour of aged bourbon, smelling the woodsy bouquet as it passed across my body to his pursed lips of dusty pink softness.

Case my Ass. He’s trying to get information for his Dickless Brother and bail out my good-for-nothing son.

“Where’s M and Lexi? They’re always in these meetings for vetting, and something about that guy doesn’t sit well with me, or this little girl right here.” His finger brushed my flickering whiskers back along my cheek, gagging at the overwhelming scent of bourbon as his glass hovered next to my body.

So weird, but so sexy how ‘little girl’ sounded rolling from his tongue.

“They’re picking up Amelia from the airport. Elicia regained her strength and is healthy. Besides the pregnancy scare, and the whole panic attack because Chris doesn’t know when to stop thinking about the most fucked-up things at the worst possible times, but everything is good now.” Max saluted them with a bright smile as my heart fluttered wildly at the mentioning of Elicia and a pregnancy scare. Fearing my demented son and his little entourage did more than I knew about, but I witnessed everything they did to her, and I know for a fact they never touched her like that.

“Calm little one.” Shocked back to reality, cradled closer to Rocko’s purring chest as Max and JR stared at the strange exchange.

“She started to freak out.” He chuckled softly at their curious expressions as they stepped closer, examining me with perked brows.

Scary!

“Is it me, or does she have a certain scent about her?” Max sniffed along my body, sensing his powerful aura as his dominating scent of bear-wolf, swirled heavily around my tiny body, shrinking back under his intense gaze.

“Yeah, blue anemone’s. It’s native to Norway.” Rocko lifted my trembling body to his shoulder, nudging me to climb up, while JR handed him a few crackers from his drawer. Snatching the saltine from his fingers, nibbling down the crunchy saltiness as they chuckled at my eagerness to eat.

“I smell… something other than rat. She has this strange scent around her that I can’t figure out.” JR leaned forward, halting my crunching as his golden-blues, swirled with a darkness that sunk my heart into a heavy throbbing. Scurrying behind Rocko’s muscular neck, peering out at those golden-blues as they studied me closely with a chuckling smirk laced across his strong face.

“Sorry, little girl. I didn’t mean to scare you. You’re just…unique.” JR reached into his black slacks, revealing a package of shortbread cookies. Excitedly squeaking as he held out his hand, offering up one of my favorite treats. Scurrying quickly from Rocko’s laughing shoulder, with a slight hop into JR’s opened palm as the buttery-sweetness melted into my nibbling mouth.

It’s so yummy! Giggling excitedly as the sweet treat, filled my tiny belly with a squeaking sigh.

“Did she just speak?” Max pointed to my shocked expression, whiskers flickering in every direction with my little nose scrunched up as JR lifted me to eye level.

Three, grown-ass muscular men leaned in to examine me more closely like it was a Wonder of the World.