The next morning I pulled into the parking garage near the downtown courthouse. After getting out, I retrieved my pistol from the locked carrying case. After that, I locked up the truck. I called Talia to let her know I was here. As I dialed her number I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Turning towards the noise, I see Talia wearing a dark grey pant suit with a royal blue silk blouse standing next to her Mustang Cobra. Her clothes probably cost more than my pistol. My sister is a striking woman. At almost six feet with a body that would put those Victoria’s Secret models to shame, and the brains to take on the U.S. Supreme Court. She has dark brown hair with piercing ice blue eyes like our mother. You see, we’re twins. I’m almost six feet tall too with dirty blonde hair like our dad, and indigo eyes so dark you’d think they were purple.
“Good morning Talia,” I said as I made my way over to her and wrapped her in a long overdue hug. “Thanks for the truck too. I love it.”
She wiped away a tear. “You’re worth it. I’ve missed you lots. Can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that you’re home now.”
“Let’s go see if we can bail Shane out. Then I want something to eat.” I said as we made our way towards the stairs and the courthouse entrance. Four hours later, Talia and I exited the courthouse with Shane in tow. As we approached our vehicles I turned around, grabbed Shane by both arms and lifted him off the ground. As I held him against the concrete wall he began to struggle against my grip.
“Don’t bother struggling.” Talia said, “You see Shane, my brother, Dorian here, is more than enough to handle your ass. You just met the one who will be running the Boston satellite office for the Pack.” If you thought I was a bitch and think my mom, your alpha, was going to let you mongrels down here in Beantown run rough shod because she’s up in Portsmouth, you thought wrong.
Continuing where Talia left off, I made my voice deeper and rougher “Who in the hell told you that you could treat women like you did? We may be shifters but we are more than just our animal. We use the thing that sits between our ears. We don’t succumb to animal instinct.”
About to piss himself Shane answered. “Dutch said we can do what we want. We are superior to the humans. He isn’t going to let you get away with this.”
I slammed him up against the wall again. “Then you, Dutch, and anyone else who thinks like this has 24 hours to leave the pack territory. After that your asses are mine.” My voice got deathly quiet.
“Shane, you tell Dutch and his buddies that you are no longer part of the pack. You guys are exiled from our territory by order of Maeve Callahan, Alpha of the Northern New England Pack.” My sister said formally. “After that, all bets are off. Then you will find out how badass my brother is.”
Dropping Shane, I turned and walked toward my sister. “I’m hungry. Let’s go to Paddy O’s. Haven’t been there in ages.”
I heard growling behind me as Talia yelled: “watch out”. Turning, it seemed Shane had gotten his balls back and was going to charge me. Besides being an alpha werewolf, my sister and I hold several black belts in multiple martial arts disciplines. Before I could make a move, Talia had him a Brazilian Jujitsu choke hold on the ground in less than 10 seconds. A minute later Shane was out like baby. Talia is scary when it comes to Brazilian Jujitsu. People often misjudge her because of her looks. They don’t see the werewolf with MMA skills that would make the Gracie bothers proud.
Dropping Shane to the ground she looked at me. “Paddy O’s sounds great. It seems I’ve worked up an appetite now.” She beamed her pearly whites at me.
Looking at Talia as I propped Shane against the wall. “What do you want to do about him now?”
“Nothing. I texted Dutch telling him to come pick up this piece of shit. I also went ahead and told him that he has 24 hours to leave pack territory. Figure Shane here can fill him in on the rest. Let’s go.” She said as we left the parking garage to head across the street to Paddy O’s for lunch.
Two hours later we finished lunch, and I left Talia behind to head home. She said something about staying in our Boston townhouse so she could have my pack office fumigated or what not. Who knew with her. She probably needed to have furniture delivered. Cruising north on route 1A along the New Hampshire coast, I rolled the windows down to enjoy the smell of the sea. I love this drive. It’s not all beach. The coast is a mix of rocky shoreline with a few secluded beaches here and there. Turning into the circular drive, I noticed that my parents weren’t home. They must still be up in Maine. They liked to take the pack up to Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park for a fall getaway before winter sets in. The Park is usually closed to the public this time of year. Our pack makes some large donations throughout the year which grants us off season access to the more secluded areas of the park. It’s a great place for the wolves to stretch their legs and allows us to hunt as a pack.
I parked my truck and grabbed my overnight bag. I would be headed back down to Boston in a few days to begin watching over that part of the pack territory for my mom.