Fates Hands novel Chapter 85

Chapter 20–Book 2

##WARNING VIOLENCE##

Nova sat in her room in the bow window looking out at the night sky. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. She was someone who was always regulated to the shadows and now she finds she is standing in the bright sunlight.

She loves the light at the same time she is a little scared. This is so new to her, there is so much to take in. It is all wonderful, especially Jack. She wasn’t sure of anything else. She was sure of Jack.

It is just one of those things really, she knew that they just met, and yet at the same time she felt like she had known him forever. She had known his touch, his scent everything about him. It was comforting he was her

rock and she was his.

Just think a short time ago she was running for her life into the unknown trying to get justice for someone she didn’t even know their name. Maybe it was one of those things where the spirit of that person was not only getting help from her but also giving her help as well. 2

She leaned her head on the window, this train of thinking was getting on the weird side and she was too tired to control the direction.

She heard a click as their bedroom door opened, she didn’t have to look to know who it was. She smiled because she could sense Jack. It was then that something incredible happened. She heard a voice inside her mind that was not hers.

Her first thought was ok time for bed, going a bit cray-cray here. Then the

voice started to laugh.

She looked at Jack alarmed, he came over to her.

“What is wrong my goddess?”

Duncan and Archer were in Jack’s office, discussing what should be done. They both decided that the shed needed checking out as well as checking out the area around the property and the forest as well. There has to be more out there than what is suspected.

A serial Werebear, not as bad as the last crap we had to deal with but just as bad in its way. One crazy Werebear can do a lot of damage. With the local Sheriff helping out or directing the actions of the bear, it is twice as bad.

They decided that it was time to do a anlaamthanainanananana

stakeout of the Springer property. Do a little watching. For that Archer volunteered he was the best suited for the job. He could stay hidden and watch close without anyone picking up on his presence.

He was to watch for a couple of days and then report back his findings. He was only allowed to interact with any of them if an innocent life was in danger.

Once they establish a pattern or at least a schedule of sorts then they will place cameras where ever they find potential areas of interest. Thus hoping to catch them in the act red handed.

They had special cameras that can’t be detected by scent or sight. The Werebears were a crafty bunch, they invented a bunch of useful things. Their surveillance toys were top of

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the line, none were better.

Duncan was glad that they were not only friends but allies as well. It made for a very tight-knit community. They helped each other out, Jacks Clan had strength and abilities that were useful to Duncan’s Pack. The same for Jack would call upon Duncan’s pack for their abilities as well.

They have connected their territories thus making both stronger. It was the first of its kind. They were hoping that it wasn’t the last.

Archer stood up and with a wave, he was off to find a spot to sleep, he was leaving before sun up to get into position.

Duncan was off to his room to inform Adira of all that was going on and to see how she was liking her little vacation. Duncan knew she wouldn’t

want to be away from little Alex for long. Still, it was good for her to be out and about again.

Duncan liked what they called the main house, it reminded him of the old Viking halls. Huge and spacious yet warm with a sense of community. Also a sense of will and strength. Still, he preferred his packhouse. Should he ever have to rebuild though he would consider doing this design?

Agent David Whitmore found himself knocking back another piece of apple pie. Say what you want, Maggi is a bit rough around the edges but the woman makes a mean apple pie.

Not only that she makes a great pot roast too. He felt like he could put his feet up in this overstuffed chair by the fireplace and sleep for days. He

had told his fellow agents to find lodgings at the next town. He felt that anything might happen at this point.