Vivian

Vivian awoke disoriented, in Blaidd’s bed. She could’ve sworn she’d just been sketching in her notebook, while sitting on the low sofa.

He must have put me in bed.

Vivian let out a long sigh as she glanced around the bedroom. If Blaidd was here, he certainly hadn’t stuck around.

“I ran him off.”

Their encounter had been hot, but awkward. Although Blaidd physically seemed very interested, he still left. And Vivian came away feeling desperate and needy.

He thinks you’re some damaged china doll. Vivian frowned in disappointment. Then again, the way Blaidd described taking her sounded savage, with the biting and screaming in passion. He’s way out of my league in the bedroom. But her body didn’t seem to care about logic. Vivian’s nipples hardened remembering the way Blaidd touched her and spoke so salaciously. I’m playing with fire. Vivian shook her head, questioning her sanity.

“Well, stop moping and feeling sorry for yourself. It’s not like this was your first awkward encounter, and it likely won’t be the last.”

Vivian laughed, recalling her first kiss, and how that fumbling fiasco occurred. She and Jason Mathews nearly missed the bus home, locking braces behind Forest Junior high.

Vivian got dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then headed out of Blaidd’s bedroom.

Lift the circular handle, turn, then pull.

She was pleased when the tall door smoothly swung open on its center axis. Knowing the trick to the odd door knob was key. Vivian meandered toward the kitchen, and noticed the guard by the set of double doors leading out of Blaidd’s private wing.

“Hello. Have you seen Blaidd?”

“The Primitus is away on pack business,” the stiff werewolf replied.

As I suspected.

“I’m Vivian. What’s your name?”

“I am Taruk.”

“Nice to meet you, Taruk.”

“You are to stay in the private quarters.”

Vivian wanted to roll her eyes at the curt decree. Blaidd had obviously given Taruk strict instructions, and the man was taking them seriously.

“Yes, I know. Thanks. I’m going to try to find something to eat. Hopefully I don’t stick my hand in the Torvus version of a blender. If you hear screaming, the stove’s attacking me.”

Vivian snorted at the confused look on Taruk’s face, as she backtracked to the kitchen. She was only partially kidding. The light came on automatically when she entered the galley with metal counters and walls. The sink was about the only thing she recognized.

I guess I can stick my head under the spigot, but water won’t fill my belly. Her tummy rumbled in discontent.

Vivian ran her hand over the sleek, gray, segmented wall above the counter.

“Oh.” She jumped back when a recessed cabinet automatically slid out.

The compartment was full of the fancy ceramic bowls, so she moved on. Vivian realized if she touched the three dots on the lower edge of the metal panels, the cabinet would pop open to reveal its contents. But besides dishes and containers with illegible hash mark script, she didn’t find a single thing that appeared to be food.

My luck I’ll poison myself drinking dish detergent or something, Vivian snarked.

She turned toward a trio of doors at the far end. Vivian opened the first door, and was met with a blast of hot air. She backed up.

Okay maybe I wasn’t that far off about the oven attacking me. This is where I get locked in, and baked alive, like Hansel and Gretel gone bad.

Vivian hesitantly opened the next door, and was greeted by cool air.

It’s a walk-in cooler.

Vivian noticed some of the fresh fruit and cuts of meat from last night’s dinner. She used her foot to hold open the door as she grabbed the closest bowl and platter. Vivian wandered out of the kitchen with her make-shift breakfast, and approached Taruk again. For some reason his stiff demeanor posed a challenge, and there was no one else to talk to.

“I thought you’d be happy to know I survived. Although, I did almost get trapped in that hot room.”

“The sear?”

It was searing hot in there.

“Yeah, I guess. I probably would’ve managed to get myself locked in, and cooked to death. I feel so ignorant of simple things on your world.” Vivian popped a berry into her mouth.

“There’s a handle to get out. And you’d have to be in there for several jora to cook to death.” Taruk looked at her like she had two heads.

“You say that, but I just learned how to use the door knobs yesterday,” Vivian laughed. “I know it sounds stupidly simple, but the ones back home are different. Want some? There’s more than I can eat here.” Vivian stuck out the platter.

Vivian smiled to herself when Taruk’s stiff stance eased.

“I have heard your planet is rather far away. Your quadrant of systems must have very different ways of doing things. I’ve never really thought about how a door latch works.” Taruk took a cold slice of meat. “Thank you.”

“It’s just Earth. We don’t have a bunch of unified galaxies, like Torvus. I didn’t even know others existed before a few days ago,” Vivian commented as she leaned against the wall.

“So, it’s just you on your world?”

“Yep, just humans. If there are others, it’s not public knowledge.”

“I can’t imagine not knowing other breeds. There are five that I see regularly on Torvus, and another ten I’ve met at least once.”

“See, that’s totally foreign to me. It’s so strange meeting you all and being here. I really don’t know how to describe the feeling. I guess it’s like the first time I flew.”

“I think I understand. I remember the daunting feeling the first time I went into orbit.”

“Amazing, and yet you wonder if you should be worried.”

“Yes,” Taruk agreed with a smile.

It was nice knowing some feelings were common the universe over.

“So, you’re my babysitter?” Vivian asked, then took another bite.

“I do not sit on babies.”

“I mean you’re supposed to watch me.”

“I’m guarding the private quarters, not just you.”

“Ah. You are probably more bored than I am, just standing here. Sorry.”

“It is an honor to guard my Primitus.”

“Well, thank you for what you do. Is Zora around?” Vivian hadn’t seen her since the other day.

“I believe she’s visiting her sister in Guytan.”

“Oh well. I guess I’ll let you do your job. Thanks for eating with me. Later, Taruk.”

Taruk nodded. Vivian put her dishes back in the kitchen then headed back to the bedroom. She looked toward the storage room while nibbling her lip. Blaidd wanted her to stay inside, but her fingers itched to play in the dirt again. She’d even started sketching some of her ideas.

Mind made up Vivian headed straight for the mirror, careful not to disturb anything else in the cluttered room. Vivian touched the glossy surface showing her reflection, but it remained solid.

What did Phaedra do to engage this thing?

She ran her hands along the frame, trying to remember how the bizarre contraption worked. There was a rippled in the glass when she hit a circular design along the side.

“Ooh. I think I got it.”

Vivian closed her eyes and stepped through the wavering glass. She hesitantly cracked open one eye, then the other, and sighed seeing the familiar sight of the mage’s parlor.

Thank god, I didn’t zap myself someplace random.

“Stop,” Phaedra giggled and batted away the older Torvus man trying to sneak a kiss, as the pair entered the room. “Isn’t the clinic expecting you?”

“Yes,” he chuckled.

Vivian grinned at the cute old couple.

“Good day,” Phaedra greeted her.

“Good morning.”

“Hello, Vivian,” the gray-skinned man said with a kind smile.

He knew her name, but Vivian was at a loss.

“This is Galen. He healed your arm.”

“Oh, my goodness. Thank you,” Vivian replied. She was indebted to this man. “It’s very nice to meet you, Galen.”

“You as well. How is the arm and residual bruising?”

“Everything is great. Thank you, truly.”

“I’m glad I was able to help. Now, you females enjoy your day.” Galen nodded to Vivian, then stole a kiss from the mage before leaving.

“Ornery male. He has more energy than a youngling. I think he’s making up for lost time.” The mage shook her head as Galen retreated. “Do you mind helping me with this?” Phaedra passed Vivian one of the large boxes she was carrying.

“Not at all.” Vivian took the handle.

“I am glad you decided to return. To the park,” Phaedra eagerly announced with a pleased smile, and headed for the door.

“That’s just what I was thinking,” Vivian agreed, amused by the older woman’s enthusiasm.

They arrived at the dirt field to find it crowded with hundreds of people.

“Um, just so you know, Blaidd doesn’t want me leaving his chambers.” Vivian leaned into Phaedra.

“He has many worries. However, this is where you should be,” the mage replied, unconcerned.

“You don’t think anyone here will tattle on me?”

“No, my dear. These are the lowest casts among the Lupercalia. They won’t question your presence. Even if they said something, it’s doubtful the upper ranks would bother with it.”

“That seems wrong.” Vivian was reminded of the class system that prevailed in certain regions back home.

“It is their way, otherwise there would be all leaders and no followers. But I do agree that it can be tedious at times. Coal, for example, could be the leader of his clan, answering only to Blaidd. However, he chooses to stay among the omegas, as do I.”

“Living among the salt of the earth.” Vivian nodded.

Her family was hardly rich. But she’d been happy, and never recalled being hungry.

Vivian studied the people gathered. Besides the Lupercalia and Torvus, Vivian again saw a handful of the unusual vulture species, with their wrinkly red neck wattle and inky black feathers. She also caught a glimpse of an overgrown reptile. Vivian tried not to gape as she looked at its scaly thin lips and the crown of spiky horns on its head.

Vivian noticed a Torvus man holding hands with a she-wolf. She smiled wistfully when the couple passed, revealing the little hybrid child clinging to the man’s back. Like the Lupercalia, the tyke was covered in velvet from her head to her wiggly tail. But instead of alert ears on top of her head, the child had elf ears, like her father. Vivian turned away from the family, and looked at the field. Everyone was gathered around a rectangular clearing.

“It looks like they’re going to play a game,” Vivian commented.

“Yes, pila. We brought refreshments for the four teams.”

Vivian looked curiously at the oval nets positioned in the four corners of the field. They were like oblong soccer goals that levitated off the ground. Each was decorated with a series of colorful ribbons which matched the short pants the shirtless players wore. There were five people on each team, and a goal tender. Strangely the four teams all squared off at once. A sound blared, and a strange iridescent ball flickered to life between the opposing teams. And like that they were off, with the gathered crowd cheering them on.

It was a good thing the ball was lit up like a Christmas tree, otherwise it would’ve been hard to make out in the melee. One werewolf elbowed another as the players dipped and grabbed for the sphere. The bully took off carrying the ball, while dodging the other players. Suddenly the werewolf grimaced and dropped the ball.

“What happened?”

“He held on too long,” a young werewolf nearby answered. “The pila shocked him,” he added, seeing Vivian’s confusion.

“Oh.” Ouch.

The pila ball was grabbed by another player, who ran toward a corner goal. Wisely he tossed it to an open teammate after several yards. Rather than catch it, the player kicked it down the field.

“If you don’t hold it too long, it doesn’t shock you. But then it can get away from you,” the boy explained, between cheers.

“Yeah. A ball will do that if you kick it too hard,” Vivian replied as she watched the players attempt to steal the ball from the kicker. Then suddenly the flashing ball vanished. “Where’d it go?”

“I told you, it got away. The pila’s over there now.” The boy pointed.

Sure enough, the flashing orb was on the opposite side of the field. Clearly, she hadn’t understood what the boy meant at all. The players closest to where the ball reappeared tackled it like a football.

“That’s just wild. So, it’s safer to kick the ball, but it can be stolen or get away.” This is nothing like soccer.

“This is your first pila match, isn’t it?”

“How’d you guess?” Vivian smiled at the boy. “I’m Vivian.”

“I’m Bayl. I’ve never seen your breed. What are you?”

“Human. I’m rare around here.”

Vivian was amazed that the boy merely shrugged and gave her a slight nod, as if meeting a new species was nothing at all.

“Oh.” Vivian cringed when a player with red hair skidded through the dirt. “Hey dirty play,” she hollered as another player kicked the man when he tried to get up.

“Yeah, that’s Jal. He plays nasty,” Bayl groused.

“You guys really do need grass,” Vivian commented. “The field wouldn’t hurt so bad.” She frowned at the rocks littered everywhere, and the clouds of dust being kicked up.

“Grass?” Bayl laughed. “You really are new here.”

The comment cemented Vivian’s desire to help build a park for the omegas.

Vivian quickly learned the game with her new little friend. She always enjoyed football back home. It was one thing she and Steve never argued about. Like soccer, points were awarded for every goal made against the other teams, but in pila they were subtracted if another team made it past your goalie.

“Come on! Who was defending that goal,” Vivian yelled. “Hustle, hustle.”

She decided to root for the yellow team, since they seemed to be the underdogs, and their goal was the closest to where she stood.

“Yes! That’s it,” she cheered when her team made a goal.

Not a lot of the spectators agreed, but she didn’t care.

“Team Luteus doesn’t win often,” Bayl said over the din.

“Well maybe today’s their day.”

“You are new,” he incredulously repeated.

When they called timeout, Bayl helped Phaedra and Vivian pass out drinks to the players.

“You guys are playing a good game,” Vivian encouraged her team, as they panted while sitting on the sideline.

“We’re getting our tails kicked,” a red-head groused.

Vivian thought of a play. It wasn’t complicated, but since she was new, as Bayl pointed out. It might just be different enough to help Team Luteus get ahead.

“You mind if I make a suggestion?” Vivian asked.

The six men looked at her dubiously.

“What do we have to lose?” A gray werewolf shrugged.

“Okay then boys, huddle up.” The team gathered around Vivian. “You’re a big guy. What’s your name?” She pointed to the red-head who carried the team so far.

“Xan.”

“I’m Vivian. Xan, this is about teamwork. You need to guard your team. You’ll take the front, and help clear the field,” she explained, then whispered the rest of the play.

Vivian liked the way the team smiled as they retook the field. She cheered as the game resumed, then cheered louder when Xan got the ball. He glanced over at her. She could tell he was hesitant to give up the pila, but he did. He passed in to Anu, the smaller yet swifter player on their team.

“Yes,” Vivian shouted, when the guys created a wedge formation.

The three in the front kept the other players from tackling the ones in the rear. The two smaller teammates passed the ball back and forth, as the others made a path toward the red goal. The other teams seemed slightly shocked by the play. By the time they recovered, her guys were nearing their goal.

“Watch your tails,” Vivian shouted.

“What did you tell them?” Bayl asked in between cheering.

“Just watch.” Vivian winked at the boy.

The other teams converged on her team. The small guy, Anu, passed the ball to Xan, just before he got tackled from the rear. Everyone expected Xan to shoot for the red goal closest to him. The goalie was crouched and ready. No one was watching Anu, who’d been shoved from the melee. Xan faked for the goal, then spun and threw the ball to Anu, who was several yards from the blue goal in the opposite corner. The blue goalie’s eyes widened, seeing the error they’d made, then charged Anu. Vivian’s mouth gaped when the agile Lupercalia did a flip over the goalie and tossed the ball into the net.

“Hell, yeah,” she cheered Anu.

“That was frantic,” Bayl exclaimed.

“If that means awesome, then it was frantic,” Vivian agreed with a big grin.

Team Luteus was galvanized by their goal. They didn’t win the entire match, but they came in second when time finally ran out.

“You guys were frantic,” Vivian said, as she greeted the team coming off the field. “I learned that from Bayl, here. I think you have a new fan,” she introduced the boy.

“How did you do that flip?” Bayl asked Anu

“Practice, I guess.” Anu shrugged, but looked pleased by Bayl’s admiration.

“I’m Cordova,” the blonde goalie greeted Vivian. “If we had your help sooner, we might have won.”

“You do a mean job guarding the goal. You guys make a few more points and you’ll win the next one,” Vivian encouraged Cordova.

“You have any other strategies?” Xan eagerly asked.

“I might.”

“Vivian is going to be around. She’s helping us build a park,” Phaedra interjected.

“Really?” Anu asked.

“I’m going to try. I was hoping to get a better look at the field today.”

“Bayl, your sister and grandava are looking for you,” Coal said as he approached.

“It was good meeting you, Vivian. I’ll see you later,” Bayl hollered as he ran off.

Vivian smiled as she saw the boy greet a little girl and an old she-wolf with animated gestures. The gnarled old woman smiled and rubbed the boys head as they walked off.

“Thank fate those two have their grandava,” Coal commented.

“They lost the rest of their family in the raid that destroyed this neighborhood.” Phaedra looked around with a frown, like she was reliving the horrible event.

Vivian’s heart went out to her new little friend. No child should be saddled with such a horrific thing.

“I saw you mentoring the team. That was some strategy.” Coal smiled. “Are you going to train with us after the midday meal?” He asked Vivian.

“I’d love to, but I didn’t bring lunch.”

“I brought enough to share,” Phaedra piped up.

“Thank you, Phaedra. So, I guess we’re staying. I was hoping to get a better look at the layout here.”

“Mind if we join? We’ve got the day off,” Anu said, gesturing to the guys.

“Great.” Coal clapped a hand on Anu’s shoulder. He was as sober man, but seemed pleased.

After lunch, Vivian toured the barren field, noting various features, like where water ran when it rained, and areas that seemed to be natural paths. Phaedra kindly showed her how to take pictures using Blaidd’s utor. The gadget was super handy. While Vivian sweated her butt off training with Coal’s group, the plans congealed in her mind. She could almost see the park superimposed on the barren lot. By the time practice was done, Vivian raced back through the limen mirror, excited to do some research on Blaidd’s processor. It had been a long time since she’d been this giddy.

I need plants, plants, and more plants.

 

Blaidd

“Hey. When did you get here?”

Blaidd stirred hearing Harper’s voice.

“Sometime in the night,” Blaidd groaned as he roused off the upholstered settee. He rolled his head, working the cramp out of his neck.

“Good day,” Nameless greeted him, as he came down the stairs. “Is Serus up yet?”

“No,” Cheryl said as she walked out of the dining room.

“When did you get here, Mom?”

“Dad dropped me off, then went for donuts and coffee. I’m sorry my rude daughter woke you up, Blaidd. You looked like you needed the rest.”

I did.

Blaidd felt like crap. But all the sleep in the world wouldn’t dispel the scent of Vivian that haunted him, or the feeling of her supple flesh burned into his palms. Whenever Blaidd closed his eyes, he saw the way she bit her full red bottom lip. It was an erotic sight that plagued his dreams. He could lapse into a coma, and still he’d wake up exhausted and edgy. Blaidd groaned.

“What brings you?” Nameless asked as he wrapped his arms around Harper.

Vivian’s driving me insane. I’ve gone into heat.

“I’ve discovered a traitor among my people. Whoever it is killed Radma in his cell. And it appears they’re also responsible for my sire’s death,” Blaidd said, instead of the other things crossing his mind.

“And sent you to the Hold?” Nameless asked, his brow furrowed.

“Probably.” Blaidd nodded.

“Oh god. Blaidd, I’m sorry.” Harper frowned.

“Me too. Harper told us about that wretched prison. I can’t even imagine it. I’m so sorry for everything you all went through,” Cheryl said with a catch in her throat.

“I’m trying to get a grasp on what to do, to get the traitor to reveal themselves,” Blaidd growled in frustration.

“Shake up the status quo,” Harper suggested. “Now that you’re back in charge, do something unexpected.”

Blaidd considered the advice. Those who were loyal to him would follow without question. But a change might draw the traitor out, since they wanted him removed from power as it is.

“We’ve got a signal!” Serus came barreling out of the spare bedroom.

Nameless was by his brother’s side in an instant.

“Where?” Harper asked. “Oh, Chicago. We better go.” Harper frowned as she looked at Blaidd.

“I’ll stay here. It would take too long to make me presentable,” Blaidd replied, understanding her concern.

“Sorry, friend.” Serus clapped him on the back.

Blaidd watched as the trio swiftly gathered their gear, then shifted to wherever this Chicago was.

“Dear Lord, be careful,” Cheryl hollered after them, looking very worried. “That never gets any easier to watch.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Gerald asked as he walked through the front door carrying a tray of cups and a flat box.

“The kids got a lead, and just poofed off for Chicago.”

“Ah. I’m sure the guys will keep Harper well out of harms way.” Gerald kissed the furrow in Cheryl’s brow. “Well, Blaidd, I hope you like coffee and donuts.” Gerald headed to the dining table.

“Not sure I’ve had either.”

Blaidd liked Harper’s parents. There was something genuine about humans. They expressed themselves, and didn’t stand on ceremony. The position of Primitus had its benefits, but the over ingratiating treatment often grated on his nerves. There were few people who spoke to him freely, without fear of reprisal. Those few often frustrated Blaidd, but he also liked them the best.

“You are in for a treat,” Gerald said as he opened the box filled with circular cakes.

“Help yourself,” Cheryl encouraged as she snatched one of the glazed rings, and passed him a cup.

Blaidd tasted one of the cakes, and found it sweet, and doughy.

“Mmm. Not bad,” he agreed.

The hot beverage was bitter, but invigorating.

“So, it’s just us today,” Gerald commented between bites.

“I bet if you put on one of Nameless’ hooded sweatshirts, Gerald could take you on a tour of the city.”

“I would like to somehow get word to Vivian’s family that she’s safe,” Blaidd replied between bites.

After mauling Vivian, like a youth going through his first rut, Blaidd wanted to do something for her. She was a sweet caring creature, who needed affection. If he could, he’d bring her word from her family.

“They must be beside themselves.” Cheryl shook her head.

“I’m not sure how we can do that,” Gerald mused with a thoughtful frown.

“I took these images. This note smelled like it came from her relations.”

Blaidd showed the couple the pictures on his utor.

“That will help. That’s the return address on the envelope.”

“Good.” Blaidd was glad he thought to take the images. “Can we go there? It would ease Vivian to know her family isn’t worried about her,” Blaidd encouraged, hoping they’d agree. He’d need their assistance to find his way to the dwelling.

“What if her family reports you? The police will come looking for us,” Cheryl asked worriedly.

“Then we go to Torvus early,” Gerald replied to his mate, unconcerned about the risk.

Blaidd grinned at Gerald’s practical approach.

“You two go. I’d screw up and say something wrong,” Cheryl fretted.

“Alright. It looks like we have a mission of our own,” Gerald said with a nod and a smile.

 

Blaidd stared out the window of Gerald’s primitive skiff, that traveled on wheels, on the ground. He practically had to fold himself in two, just to fit into the metal cubicle. Blaidd still couldn’t believe the humans used the silica glass for window barriers. Such a fragile material was easily shattered, and best left for works of art.

The vehicle stopped next to another skiff at an intersection. Blaidd kept his face obscured as he observed the human young in the back of the other vehicle. The little male cub stuck out his tongue, and waved his hands at the sides of his head. Younglings, no matter the breed, were an amusing mix of sweet and rotten.

Blaidd grinned wide and stuck out his tongue. The cub’s face instantly fell, seeing Blaidd’s long fangs. Blaidd chuckled as he turned back toward Gerald.

“I think I just became the next villain in that young’s nightmares.” Blaidd gestured to the other skiff, as they continued forward.

“You do look like what we’d call a werewolf. You don’t have the elongated face, and aren’t nearly as shaggy, but that’s what I’d call you if I saw you lurking in the night.”

“I’ve heard this before. This is a creature from myth, correct?”

“Yes. You aren’t the only one. Nameless and Serus look a lot like overgrown elves. Not to be rude, but Chery and I were discussing you all. My wife being the science minded one, wonders if your people have been to Earth in the past. That would explain where our stories might have come from. And also, how my daughter and Nameless are able to give me grandkids.”

“You are most likely correct. The Lupercalia and Torvus have travelled the galaxies for quite a while. I’m relieved you’ve taken our presence rather well,” Blaidd commented.

Gerald never freaked out. And although Cheryl was worried about the authorities and everything surrounding Harper and Vivian, she’d been level headed as well.

“I’m too old to get excited about much. But I think having my daughter back, and how comfortable she is with you helps,” Gerald said. “I’m no vain fool. I’ve always felt there was other life in the universe. For those of us who believe that, our biggest concern is your intent when we meet.”

“Understood. The Torvus and Lupercalia weren’t always allies. We were enveloped by the empire, and though we gained our sovereignty, we’re still viewed as part of it. Two breeds coming together can be difficult.”

“We’re here. Judith lives in the condo at the end.”

Blaidd looked at the long building with numerous doors along the front, each one leading to a different dwelling.

“I’ll wait by the door, while you speak to Vivian’s relative. If she becomes suspicious, or I think I’m frightening her, I can duck into that plant growth, then meet you back here.”

“Sounds good,” Gerald agreed.

Blaidd got out of Gerald’s skiff and walked with him to the dwelling. He stood aside as Gerald knocked on the door. There was no answer, but Blaidd heard voices through a stand of shrubs, behind the building.

“They’re around back.”

“Hello,” Gerald called out. “Judith.”

Blaidd followed Harper’s father, while keeping a safe distance.

“Yes,” a female voice, faintly reminiscent of Vivian, replied.

The female stepped around the brush, then stopped when she saw them. She was beautiful, just like her daughter. Judith’s hair was the same color as Vivian’s, a sable brown, although it was flecked with strands of gray. Judith was also thicker in the hips and bosom. Blaidd smiled. If Vivian aged like her mother, she would get better with time.

“Can I help you?” Judith asked.

“This may sound strange, but I have news of your daughter,” Gerald replied.

Judith’s face grew pale. Gerald reached out to steady her.

“You’ve heard from Vivian?” A second female appeared.

Blaidd remembered seeing this female in the image he took from Vivian’s dwelling. She was obviously a sibling.

“Yes, I have,” Gerald replied with a nod. “She is okay, but she’s hiding, for obvious reasons.”

“I don’t know who you people are, but start talking,” the young female insisted.

The sister took Judith’s arm and led her to a table on the small veranda, while gesturing for them to follow. Blaidd gingerly sat in the wooden chair, and kept his hood down to hide his face.

“Vivian is alright?” Judith asked, finding her voice. “What happened? Where is she?”

Judith eyed Blaidd with concern, before turning her attention back to Gerald.

“What did that fucker do to her?” The sister growled.

“Kara,” Judith admonished.

“Mom, we need answers. You and I both know Vivian didn’t kill Steve, no matter how many times I may have suggested it.”

Blaidd instantly liked Vivian’s sister.

“Hush, Kara. Please tell us what you know,” Judith implored.

“I’m putting myself in a difficult position coming here. But as a father, I believe you should know.”

“We’re not going to blab to any of Steve’s cronies,” Kara reassured Gerald.

“It sounds like you’re aware Vivian’s husband was mistreating her?”

“Yes,” Judith whispered, and Blaidd scented a spike in her sorrow.

“We tried to get her to leave him. My roommate and I were even willing to hide her in the dorm with us.”

“But she feared Steve would come after us.” Judith shook her head in dismay.

“That asshole pulled a gun on my last boyfriend. The fucker even informed me that if I didn’t mind my own business, I’d never be able to drive without getting pulled over and searched. God only knows what else he would’ve done. But you know what, I don’t care. I would’ve risked it,” Kara snarled.

Blaidd repressed a growl. He had done the world a favor, ridding it of Steve.

“Thankfully, a Good Samaritan intervened,” Gerald continued. “Seeing what was going on, the man permanently stopped Steve. I don’t usually condone violence, but I saw what was done to your daughter. Vivian had a broken arm, and other injuries. If it was my daughter, I would’ve done the same. Pardon my language, but things quickly turned to shit. With Steve being an officer, and the cops in the neighborhood, Vivian was afraid. My wife’s a doctor. She was able to treat some of Vivian’s injuries, but she needed a hospital. Anyway, the Good Samaritan took Vivian to a hospital outside the city. They are laying low, waiting for things to calm down.”

“You’re sure she’s okay?” Judith asked, sorrow twisting her face.

“As sure as I can be, since I haven’t seen her since that night. But I have received word. That’s how I found you,” Gerald replied.

“This is awful, but it’s not the worst thing I imagined. I feared someone had a vendetta out for Steve, and abducted Vivian.”

“We knew something was going on when the cops came to mom’s looking for her,” Kara interjected. “They said someone violently murdered Steve, and Vivian was missing. But then her things went missing, like she was on the run.”

Gerald glanced at Blaidd. The male knew he was the one who took Vivian’s things. Blaidd shrugged. It hadn’t exactly helped Vivian, but it was done. He intended well.

“Can you reach her. I just need to hear her voice,” Judith sobbed.

“No, sorry. I don’t have a number to call them. They contact me. But I will do what I can.”

Judith nodded, tears streaming down her face.

“Thank you. We understand.” Kara hugged her mother.

Blaidd felt conflicted. These poor females were happy to know Vivian was safe, but still devastated by what happened. It pained him knowing he heaped complications onto this miserable situation.

“We should go. I’ll be in touch.” Gerald gave Judith a way to contact him.

“She’s okay mom,” Blaidd heard Kara say as they left the garden.

“But she’s hiding and afraid,” Judith cried.

The words needled Blaidd as he approached Gerald’s skiff. Blaidd stopped short of the door.

“Go ahead. I’m going to head back to Torvus.”

“Alright, Blaidd. I’m glad we did this. I can’t stand to think of them worrying about Vivian the way we did Harper. Travel safely.”

Blaidd nodded in agreement, then watched Gerald leave in the metal box, before heading back to Judith’s dwelling.

“Did you forget something?” Kara asked, when he rounded the garden hedge.

“Yes,” Blaidd said, hoping his rough voice didn’t sound too alarming.

He must’ve failed, because the females looked apprehensive when he approached.

“You’re the one who rescued Vivian, aren’t you?” Judith asked.

“We won’t say anything,” Kara promised.

Blaidd understood they were afraid, but they’d soon be relieved. He swiftly wrapped an arm around each female and tapped his limen.

 

Vivian

“Processor, make a list of plants thriving around the mines outside Setmar,” Vivian instructed Blaidd’s fancy computer.

“Compiling,” the automated voice replied.

“Now filter out those that require high amounts of precipitation.”

Vivian looked at the plants, making note of trees, groundcover, flowers and shrubs. She swiped her hand midair and the 3D image change to another video. There was a lovely bright red trumpet bloom, waving in an unseen breeze. A zippy little insect buzzed close to the crimson foliage looking for a sweet meal of nectar.

“Oh my god.” Vivian jumped in her seat, when the bloom suddenly sucked in the insect, like a Venus Flytrap. She then chuckled at herself.

“This is where you are,” Blaidd said, from the doorway. “I’m glad you’re making use of the processor.”

Vivian lit up. It was good to see Blaidd - really good. After last night, she wasn’t sure when he would come around again.

“Hey,” Vivian greeted him with a grin.

Blaidd smiled back, exposing his long canines. The sight no longer frightened her. If anything, the savage image sent a thrill rocketing through her, as she recalled his sharp teeth grazing her neck.

“What are you looking at?” he asked.

Vivian got distracted watching Blaidd swagger toward the desk. He must’ve just returned from Earth, since he was wearing clothes from her home-world. Although his sweatshirt was baggy, it did nothing to hide Blaidd’s broad chest.

“Oh, um, just checking out some of the unusual sights on Torvus,” Vivian replied when she realized he wasn’t asking why she was staring at him.

“Good. I wasn’t sure what you might be interested in. I know my mother likes having Amber and Luna work on her hair or play parlor games.”

“No,” Vivian said suddenly. She didn’t know who Luna was, but Amber was the last person she wanted to see. “I’m good. I don’t really do much with my hair.” There was no way that jealous she-wolf was laying a hand on her hair.

“I’m not a female, so I have no idea what you all find exciting,” Blaidd chuckled.

No, you are most definitely not a female, she recalled his anatomy. Dear god, behave, Vivian!

“I’m generally not a girly girl. I like to get dirty.” Vivian cast Blaidd a lopsided smile, when she realized the double entendre that had unintentionally slipped out.

Blaidd leaned in and sniffed her hair. Vivian stilled as his nose brushed against her. He was so close, she got a whiff of his compelling masculine scent, and shivered.

“You hardly smell dirty,” he whispered against her hair, then quickly pulled away again and stood.

Vivian frowned at his rapid retreat. You’d think she was made of fire the way he recoiled.

“Um, Blaidd, I’m sorry about last night. I don’t want things to be awkward between us,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t abruptly leave again.

“No, treasure, I should apologize to you. It is not my intention to take advantage. You are here all alone, worried, and I have done a very poor job seeing to your needs. I hope what I have to show you makes up for that.”

“Okay.”

Vivian frowned as she got up and followed Blaidd out of his study. She hated how Blaidd viewed her, like some damsel in distress, fractured beyond repair. She was about to say something, but Blaidd stopped in front of a room she hadn’t seen yet. The door swung open to the spare bedroom, and Vivian’s mouth dropped open. Her mother sat on the bed, while Kara paced the floor.

“Let us go, asshole,” Kara shouted as she spun toward the door, then froze.

“Vivian!” Her mother shot to her feet.

Vivian was still in shock as she was tackled by her family.

“What is going on?” Kara demanded, after releasing her.

“Well Steve -.”

“No! We’ve heard all that. I’m talking about this freakshow!”

Vivian cringed at her sister’s comment. But at least Kara was taking being brought to Torvus better that she had.

“I’m sorry. You never should’ve been brought here,” Vivian replied. She turned toward Blaidd, her eyes narrowing. “Jesus, Blaidd! What were you thinking bringing my family here? You can’t go around kidnapping people. How did you even find them?”

“You were worried about them. And they’re worried about you. I couldn’t bear seeing your mother’s eyes water. You are alone here, and well, I just thought -.” Blaidd paused and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“You understand that thing?”

“He’s not a thing, Kara,” Vivian snapped at her sister. “Blaidd, they have lives. You can’t just snatch them from their world, so I have someone to play with.”

“Fine! I fouled up, again,” Blaidd growled, tossing his hands in the air.

Judith and Kara jumped when Blaidd stormed out, and Vivian’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Do you think it was wise to yell at him?” Judith asked quietly.

“Mom!” Vivian scrubbed her hands over her face.

Yet again, Blaidd’s attempt to do something for her had gone awry. But Vivian wasn’t just angry with Blaidd for his brash way of dealing with things, she was aggravated at herself.

Was I overreacting, snapping at him? He can’t just go around abducting people.

“Where are we?”

“I thought your arm was broken?”

“Who is that creature?”

“Wait guys,” Vivian insisted. She had no clue how to handle this unexpected wrinkle. “I will answer what I can. But first, are you okay?”

“That thing didn’t hurt us. Although Mom did faint.”

“Kara, his name is Blaidd. He’s the one who stopped Steve from killing me.”

“Oh god,” Judith exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth.

“I’m glad you guys are coping well. I’m not really sure how much I should tell you.” Vivian bit her lip. She didn’t want to freak them out.

“We’re obviously not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. So, spill it.” Kara jabbed a finger at her.

“Alright, fine. Blaidd is Lupercalia, and you’re on a planet called Torvus.”

Judith and Kara simultaneously plopped down on the bed, hearing Vivian confirm their suspicions. Kara opened her mouth several times, only to close it again.

“This is -.” Judith paused and shook her head.

“A lot. I know,” Vivian sympathized.

“So, was anything we heard true?” Kara asked.

“I don’t know what you heard. I have faint memories of Blaidd pulling Steve off me, then coming to at Harper’s house, near mine. The next thing I knew the cops were at the door, and we were hiding in a back room. I thought we were hiding because of me. Clearly that wasn’t the only reason. One moment I was there, then I was here, and I fainted. When I awoke again, my arm was no longer broken.”

Judith wrapped her arms around Vivian, and started to laugh.

“Mom?” Vivian asked in concern, hoping her mother wasn’t cracking up.

“Sorry sweetie. The older gentleman with Blaidd said you got treated at a hospital outside of town. Well this is certainly outside of town.”

“Uh, yeah, way outside of town,” Kara snorted. “So, how can you understand that giant werewolf?”

“This.” Vivian pulled back her hair, exposing the cuff on her ear. “I know it might be hard to believe, but these people don’t intend to harm us.”

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” Judith hugged Vivian tighter. “Do you know when Blaidd is going to take us home?”

“I don’t know, Mom. Everything is such a disaster. I might have been able to salvage the situation if Blaidd hadn’t taken my clothes from the house. Now he’s dragged you guys into this mess too.”

“Blaidd really screwed the pooch with that one! The cops have a warrant out on you. I don’t see how we can resolve this,” Kara groused.

Just as I figured, Vivian grimaced.

As frustrated as she was with Blaidd, hearing Kara criticize him, sounded really harsh. It made Vivian feel even worse for snapping at Blaidd, because she had to admit, seeing her family made her feel better.

“Blaidd doesn’t mean any harm. You have to remember he’s from a different culture. And he’s the leader of all the Lupercalia, so I’m pretty sure he’s used to doing whatever he wants,” Vivian reasoned. “He said he couldn’t bear seeing Mom cry.”

“Oh. Well that’s sort of sweet. And he did kick Steve’s ass.” Kara smiled an evil smile.

“Kara!” Vivian exclaimed.

“What?” Kara threw up her hands.

“Steve was awful, but it’s not right to speak ill of the dead,” Judith insisted.

“When Blaidd calms down, I’ll talk to him about taking you home.” Vivian didn’t want to tell her family they might be here till Harper fixed everything on Earth.

“We’ll hire a lawyer and get this sorted out,” Judith mused.

It’s going to take a really good lawyer to spin this disaster. Shit, I’m going to prison for sure.

 

Blaidd

Koyat’g fate, Blaidd grumbled as he stormed down the hall. Vivian had him chasing his own tail. No matter what he tried, it always blew up in his face. Blaidd swiped his utor in frustration.

“Indago, gather all the betas. I want them in the receiving room, now,” he barked.

Blaidd headed to the large gathering room and dropped into his chair.

“Primitus, is there anything you want me to know?” Indago asked when he arrived.

“Just watch the betas. I want to know everyone’s reaction.”

“Of course.”

Blaidd sent a message to Taruk, then sat tapping the armrest of his chair, as the betas gathered. Those who were too far away, joined via projection. Although Blaidd used the limen rather cavalierly lately, it was a luxury few on the planet possessed. He waited impatiently as the last image flickered to life, and the final beta walked through the receiving room doors.

The moment he stood, the entire room quieted. Blaidd panned the group one by one, doing his best to repress the rage burning in his veins.

“Most of you know that during our moment of triumph against Kral Nox, I was betrayed by one of our own,” Blaidd boomed, his voice echoing through the room. “But do not be fooled. Radma didn’t just betray me, he betrayed the whole of our people. And I suspect he was behind my imprisonment, when I refused to doom our people to slavery,” he snarled.

Although Blaidd suggested Radma was behind the ambush that sent him to the Hold. Radma was only culpable for the recent betrayal. A fact Blaidd wasn’t ready to reveal yet.

A shocked murmur moved through the crowd of betas. They all knew the province governor and a legion of Imperial Guards ambushed his skiff, that fateful day. But apparently, they hadn’t considered the fact that only those closest to Blaidd could’ve known his movements, or that he had a limited number of guards with him. Blaidd stopped and studied the males, looking for a hint of smug satisfaction on the faces of one or more of his betas.

“Filus,” Blaidd called out Radma’s successor.

The male took a moment to work his way to the front of the group.

“Yes, Primitus.” Filus stared at the floor, shifting nervously on his feet. Apparently, he expected Blaidd to seek retribution against his clan.

Blaidd scented Filus’ fear, as he let the male squirm. He knew the others scented it too. Blaidd drew out the moment. Maybe it was cruel to use the male to chum the waters, but Blaidd needed to see who was bloodthirsty.

Now to rile the traitor. Blaidd wasn’t about to give the subversive bastard the pleasure of witnessing Filus take the fall for their sins.

“Filus, who do you serve?”

Filus dropped to his knees. “You, Primitus.”

“Wrong,” Blaidd roared. He looked at the crowd, but couldn’t see anyone betraying their true motives. “If you served me, that would make me no better than Radma. That male served himself. No, you serve the Lupercalia, as do I.”

“Yes, Primitus.”

“If anyone here doubts my loyalty to our people, or questions my methods, step forward now,” Blaidd boomed.

No one dared to move a muscle.

“Filus, I don’t blame you or your clan for Radma’s crimes.”

“Thank you, Primitus,” Filus replied as he looked gratefully up at Blaidd.

Blaidd noticed another beta move forward.

“Primitus, I must respectfully object,” Nyk spoke up. “Radma did not act alone, when the Imperial Guards were admitted into the tower, to hunt for Nameless and his mate. And because of the traitor’s actions, we lost good people when we raided the Imperial House.”

Nyk’s clan suffered the most losses, when Blaidd and Nameless infiltrated the Imperial House to rescue Harper, and take down Nox. Blaidd understood Nyk’s anger, but the exquiro questioning Radma hadn’t implicated Filus.

“Please, Primitus. I was not involved in this,” Filus begged.

“Enough,” Blaidd roared. “If I thought Filus conspired with Radma, he would not be breathing.” Nyk stood down without objection. “I am not here to condemn you, but to remind you of our duty, and who we are. We are Lupercalia. One greedy bastard does not represent us.”

“Here, here.” One of the betas yelled, and was followed by baying and stomping by the rest of the crowd.

“We have been bled dry for Nox’s unending squabbles. But just because we have defeated Nox, doesn’t mean we get to rest. Now we must work even harder. But this time our toil will be for the Lupercalia.”

There was another roar of approval, till Blaidd held up his hand. Now came the news that would undoubtedly upset his betas.

“From here on out, the division of labor will be more equitable. I expect you all to get your hands dirty, so you know what is going on in our tarnished city. Expect assignments from Indago. And when we meet again, I want a full report on what you’ve done for our people, and what changes need to be made. Dismissed,” Blaidd barked.

Blaidd watched as his betas left, making note of everyone’s expression and the groups that formed.

“I recorded everything,” Indago said when he joined Blaidd’s side.

“I want every beta down to the gammas, to swap duties with someone from the lower casts. Those who are serious about serving our people will understand what I’m doing. I intend for this to not only draw out the traitor, but to affect change. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Yes, Primitus,” Indago replied.

“That includes the two of us, and our clan,” Blaidd added.

“Of course.”

“Now, let’s go to the training room,” Blaidd snarled. “I need a good fight.”

His frustration with his pack, and the incident with Vivian hadn’t abated.

“If I’d known this was part of the job description, I’d have declined the position of Chief Beta,” Indago jokingly grumbled.

“Ha! Letting me kick your tail has always been your job, cousin.”