Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“I’m just giving you a hard time.” They laughed with each other for a few more minutes before we took our leave. We had two more people to meet with today.
From Manitou we went to Lake George to see Trevor Jacoby, the bear Alpha and another man younger than me. If I had thought that Joaquin or any of the other wolves were tall, that was nothing next to Trevor Jacoby. He was close to seven feet tall, he had to be with how he towered over all of us. When we were led to his office I heard Jackson gulp at Trevor’s appearance.
Aside from tall, the man looked like he could compete in the world’s strongest man competition. He was buff but not in the gross way, in the hot as hell way. He had dark golden eyes and a medium shade of brown hair that was a little longer than what would fit my taste. He also had a well kept beard that was trimmed and looked stylish. He was definitely a bear.
“What can I do for you?” He growled, but it just seemed to be his natural tone with his deep, deep voice.
“Hello Trevor.” David greeted the man again. Did he know everyone for crying out loud?
“Hey there Davey, what’s up?”
“Davey?” I looked at my mate with my eyebrows raised.
“Horrible nickname from when I was younger.” He heaved a sigh. “Please ignore it.”
“Who is the pretty lady?” Trevor asked.
“My new mate and FBI agent extraordinaire, Rawlynne Otsana and her honorary brother over here is Jackson McIan.”
“Mated? Damn your pack is on fire with new matings.”
“I am definitely lucky.” David smiled.
“Well, sit, sit.” Trevor pointed to the chairs sitting in front of his desk. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“Ever heard of Gannon Cornelius Edmond?” Jackson was getting more and more used to this world and was apparently no longer intimidated by Trevor’s size as he was the first to speak up.
“I don’t think so, let me call one of the elders.” This pack, like the feline, was a lot smaller and more intimate that the wolves, so they tended to hold onto information easier or so it seemed.
After a few minutes of being on the phone Trevor also went and retrieved something from a shelf.
“It says here he was in our area about a hundred years ago, maybe longer. He was bad news and we stopped associating with him.”
“Why is it you have all this information and the Red Springs pack doesn’t? And the feline Alpha had information too.”
“We’re better record keepers probably. You know how wolves are, they all want to raise their ranks so they hold their knowledge like bargaining chips. I love Joaquin like a brother, but most of the wolf packs are full of manipulative dicks.”
“I won’t argue with you there.” I sighed.
“Left your pack did you?”
“Yeah, sixteen years ago.”
“That must have been a hard life, but you seem to have turned out OK.”
After some more talk we left Trevor’s estate, which was still bigger than Landon’s but smaller than Joaquin’s by a lot. I also took his book of information to use for my investigation. These Alphas were definitely helpful at least.
I was reading the book I got from Trevor on the slightly longer drive up to Alma where we were going to meet with Noir Steelwing, the female Alpha of the bird shifters, happy she was a woman, still pissed because she was also younger than me.
“You know, this book from the bears says they last heard that Edmond had gone to the Hidden Paw as well. How come none of us have ever heard of them?”
“I don’t know, but I think this will merit a meeting with them as well.” David was curious, I could tell by his eyes.
“Yeah, me too.” Jackson didn’t look happy about whatever this meant.
It was not a very productive trip to the bird shifters. Noir Steelwing, their leader, was not in, or so we were told. And they said they interact with other packs and clans only when they have to. Her representative had never heard of Edmond either. So I guess this was basically a wasted trip.
We went back to Colorado Springs and planned to go for another meeting soon, but we were due to meet with the vampire representative.
Oh that was an experience, meeting such a high powered vampire. But we made it through and then it was time for us to fly to California, on Joaquin’s private plane no less.
The Hidden Paw pack was referenced in the books as being in Northern California and near Crescent City. When we arrived in the city we basically just needed to follow our noses. There was a strong wolf smell encompassing the whole place. And all of it seemed to concentrate outside the city and toward the woods. We drove slowly, looking for anything that might seem to be a hidden sign. And we found that in a well worn side road that looked more like an unmarked driveway. There were a lot of wolves in that area. And based on the GPS this was the edge of a little town called Gem Creek.
We followed the road that twisted and turned all through the trees. It was hard to find anything in this place really. Though we did come across an actual town part. If you wanted to call it that.
There was a little convenience store that functioned as a grocery store. There was a hardware store. And that was all. There was nothing else besides an outgoing mailbox. This place was tiny, but close enough to the city to get what you needed there I guess.
We went into the convenience store and tried to get some information. There was a very old woman behind the counter and a slightly less old, but still very old, man sweeping the floors. They both looked up when they saw me. I had opted to skip the scent blocking perfume today so that they would know what I was.
“I’m looking for the Alpha.” I gave no preamble, I just got right to what I wanted.
“Yeah, well, our Alpha don’t take kindly to strangers.” The old woman growled at me. Lady was like a hundred and twenty and she growled at me.
“Well, I have business with him.” I said as I flipped open my badge for them to see. “If you don’t want me to bring a whole group of FBI agents, that are not human, into your little town here then you better tell me where to find him.” I saw the fear tighten their facial expressions for just a moment before the old man answered me.
