Hell Hounds novel Chapter One—The Mission

Yolanda spent much of her time with her new Luna heading up her security team. What pissed her off the most was that she should hate Aricka for taking Luna’s position from her. She admired her far too much and respected her. They’d become friends, and Yolanda finally understood she made a better bodyguard and Arms Master. Then Luna, hands down.

Yolanda was here in response to several voicemail messages, an RCMP officer left which. He said he was looking into some local disturbances. They wish to speak to a family representative when Aricka asked her to talk to them for some odd reason.

Yolanda knew she was the wrong person for this job. She’d been told many times why she was the worst. Her defects including her temper, lack patience, and smart-ass sense of humour. Never mind her tattoos, jet black hair, leather jackets and her much-loved motorcycle.

She parked her motorcycle in front of the Police Station as if it was normal for someone like her to do so.

She entered the OPP Station. Many would think it was weird to meet an RCMP Officer in an Ontario Police Station. This far north, the RCMP borrowed an office when needed in the area. There was so little need for them.

The gawking started with the desk sergeant. “May I help you?” The older man behind the counter asked. She was sure that he looked like a harried elf. He looked like an old elf. His hair was only on the sides of his head and missing in places.

“I should hope so, Officer. Gregory Wolversen sent me to talk to a Sargent Ian Bennett. He wanted to talk to someone from the Wolversen family.” Yolanda shifted her pack a bit, waiting for the Officer to hassle her. She was sure the pink hair extension she put in for shits and giggles was causing him to have a facial tick.

“They sent you? What is your name?”

“Yolanda Redgrave.”

“You will not pretend to have the Wolversen name?”

“You have the same last name as your boss?” She took a chance in this region. He could easily have the last name of his boss. It wasn’t unheard of for entire families doing the same job in these towns.

“No.” He acted like Yolanda was insane. But again, that was nothing new.

“Me neither. Tell Sargent Bennet I am here? He knows I’m coming.” The officer grumbled a bit and then made a phone call while he was typing on his computer.

“Yeah, Ian, I got some weirdo here claiming Gregory Wolversen sent her to talk to you. Yeah, that’s the name she gave. Alright, I’ll get her to sign in.” He hung up the phone. “Sign in here, and he’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

“Great, and if you’re looking me up. You’ll meet with disappointment. I paid that speeding ticket years ago, and they have not caught me doing anything wrong.”

The desk sergeant gasped as it offended him. And yet, she was the one who was having her private information poked at just because of the way she looked.

Yolanda snorted at the same time as the sexiest man she’d ever seen in her life walked into the front of the building, bringing the most incredible scent of cappuccino and sandalwood. The scent was distracting. However, not enough to distract Yolanda from the fact she had made such an unfortunate and embarrassing sound to a police officer in front of this gorgeous male.

The new officer raised a dark eyebrow in inquiry as he approached. “Afternoon. Ms. Redgrave?” His eyes never left her face as he looked for an explanation.

“Oh, the officer here was getting acquainted with my wrap sheet, and it seems he has found it very lacking in intrigue and gossip. Anyhow, shall we go somewhere more private to discuss our business? I would hate for it to become gossip at the local Tim Horton’s. I’m not too fond of Horton’s Heroes gossiping like a pack of old maids over my employer’s business. It seems so unprofessional.”

Horton’s Heroes are a local reference for police officers. The legend behind it says that a small-town police station could contact none of their patrol calls. The dispatcher knew the officers could get free coffee and donuts at a new shop called Tim Horton’s. So, she called the shop and relayed the message to the server. Who announced it to all the local police? The commentary was the only place getting protection was Tim Horton’s, and therefore they were Horton’s Heroes. So, in this part of Canada, it’s an insult inferring that the police aren’t doing their job.

“Of course, follow me, please.” Yolanda’s average size for a wolf shifter, but this human dwarfed her in size. His shoulders were broad, and she was lucky to stand as tall as his nose. His scent held the notes of a human, so she knew she wasn’t dealing with another supernatural creature. “I hope it wasn’t too hard to get here.”

“Leather helps keep the cold off during the ride.”

“You rode a motorcycle all the way here in this weather? What about the storm?”