The Claiming by Cooper novel Chapter 99

The Council Chapter 6: Jara

Jara

I didn’t realize that Mason was so concerned about Typhon searching for me. The thought had crossed my mind, since he was after me in the claiming and he didn’t catch me, if he has gone feral, his mind will be singularly focused on getting to me.

I know Mason loves me, but threatening the council is serious.

“Mason.” I say softly, standing and turning to face him. I put my hand on his chest until he looks at me. “I’m right here. I’m safe.”

He looks down cupping my face in his hand. “And you’d better stay that way.”

He says looking back up at the council table. “Do something about Typhon before you force my hand.”

Mason sits down, pulling me into his lap. I would be embarrassed if his rage wasn’t pulsing throughout the room. I curl up against him, letting him hold me, soothing his fear that Typhon is going to hurt me, or take me from him.

Elder Rudy sits down, looking at his companions. Elder Colton stands up. “For the rest of the afternoon, we need to catalogue the she-wolves, determine who is of childbearing age, the status of any pregnancies and plans for future pregnancies.”

I frown, turning to look at Hana, who has the same look of confusion on her face. I turn, looking at Mason who has a look that let’s me know that I’m about to get pissed off and he’s going to sit back and watch the show.

“Since we have the newest contestants and all of them are Lunas,

let’s start with them. Alpha Asher, could you start by telling us how many females you have in your pack and of those, how many are of childbearing age and how many are juveniles.”

“One moment.” I say to Asher, standing up and looking at Elder Colton.

“Why are you asking about the she-wolves in Alpha Asher’s pack as if we’re cattle?” I say and I can feel my own anger rising.

“Luna Jara, this is standard procedure. We need to keep track of our she-wolves and how well and quickly they are reproducing.”

“Did you plan on branding us too, so you know which pack we belong to?” Hana says, standing beside me.

“You misunderstand…”

“Do we? Because it sounds like a group of men are sitting around talking about how quickly and frequently, they can breed the remaining females in our species. The females, might I add, that you are impressively failing to protect.”