The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate novel Chapter 5

~Hunter’s Point of View~

I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

I had the little apartment at headquarters to myself since Skyler was out on patrol and it was River’s week to be on assignment. We all traveled constantly, but since our work took us to all corners of the world, usually a vampire would either fly us there, or a witch would teleport us.

Getting along and having all these crazy egos around was a constant battle, but we were all dedicated to the big picture and had to remember that.

I finished off a nice cold beer, crawled out of the tub and threw on some shorts. I found something stupid on TV to watch and waited for sleep to welcome me.

RING RING, RING RING, RING RING!

Fuck!

I woke up with a start and fumbled around for my phone, seeing that it was only six pm, and I’d just been asleep for five hours … when you work crazy hours like I do, you sleep whenever you can get it, day or night.

“Yeah, what?” I grumbled into the phone.

“It’s Godfrey. We had a messenger contact our outpost from Whisper Crescent, they are in imminent danger of an attack. Likely tonight, but could be any day now. They are asking for help, can I have Angel teleport you?”

Shit!

“Is it Gunner,” I asked, now awake and fully alert. I had been on site for his last attack, but unfortunately we got there too late.

“Yes we believe so, two of their best warriors went missing recently, young wolves that were likely ambushed and kidnapped as a warning,” Godfrey explained.

“Shit. Give me seven minutes and then have Angel do her thing,” I sighed, hanging up.

I quickly dressed in my uniform: black combat boots, thick black pants, black t-shirt, heavy black jacket, black gloves, black beanie hat. Once dressed I stood and waited for the teleport from Angel, a witch who was kind of like our dispatch person.

Alpha Gunner led the Blood Claw pack and they often cut off the bloody stumps of their enemies and kept them as trophies. Seriously nasty business. The Shadows had been after him for quite some time but he covered his tracks well, often burning villages or finding other ways to make it seem like it wasn’t him.

However, he recently began to step in and try to claim the conquered lands as his own … making it pretty obvious. The council had handed down its ruling and we had shoot to kill orders. Or rip his head off orders, which I fully planned to do. It wasn’t that we didn’t allow war between packs, but there had to be a justifiable reason for it. Maybe a blood oath wasn’t honored, or someone took an unmated she-wolf against her will. There were always reasons to justify invading another pack that were allowed, but Gunner seemed like he did it just because he felt like it.

We had interrogated Gunner, his Beta and his son numerous times but since there never seemed to be a reason for him to invade, and there was never any direct evidence, we were not able to hold a trial.

Within seconds of tying my boots I felt a tug and relaxed myself, allowing Angel to pull me through her teleport. I was instantly standing in a field with ten other Shadows around, vampires and wolves were the usual fighters. Tonight I noticed we also had Chance, a shape shifting tiger who was one of the most badass warriors you could ever ask for … I certainly never wanted to be on his bad side. Chance was over 50 years old and unmated. I didn’t know his age exactly, I just knew he hadn’t found his mate as it was very rare for his kind to be so lucky.

My triplet brothers and I were 24, and it had now been seven years since our first shift. We should have found our mate by now, and with as much as we traveled it got more and more frustrating that we never picked up her scent.