The Son <b>of </b>Red <b>Fang </b>
“It’s barbecue chicken Maddle. You always make a mess with anything that has sauce on t
He exins with a chuckle as she flops down into her chair. Her poutpletely disappears once her te with a barbecue leg, green beans roasted with bacon, mashed potatoes with gravy <b>and </b>buttered cornbread is set in front of her. Madilyn’s te follows just seconds behind hers.
I smile when Patrick offers to fix Cole a te. He really has turned his attitude around in the three months he’s been here. He’s told me many times what a pleasure Cole is to work with.
He sighs hard when Cole politely refuses a te before sitting in his seat, putting his head down into his hands. Everyone remains silent as we all fix our tes and for a while all you can hear is the nking of silverware on ceramic tes.
“Have you given any consideration to my suggestion?” Patrick is the first one to speak as he helps
himself to seconds.
“Yes. I’ve been observing both directly and indirectly. Damian made it clear on the bus and I repeated it during orientation that training is their job. After an extensive email chain with <b>the </b>Department of Warrior Exchange they did confirm that I can send them packing if I have evidence. that they are freeloading. They gave me instructions on how to upload video into each of their digital files so other packs can view it.”
“I think this is the first time I’ve run into such a thing. I’ve been slowly introducing Jamison and Mica into the other groups. They are both well above everyone else that will be left if you follow through with purging the ones refusing to work.”
“I like what I see in both of them. I am curious though, what’s with the flirting? Are they mates?”
“I’m not sure. They’re doing a hell of a job keeping themselves under control if they are.”
I notice Cole’s slightly nodding head as Patrick finishes hisment.
“Has Jamie said something to you<b>?</b><b>” </b>
He lifts his head from his hands and looks towards me as he speaks.
“He told me in February that he had smelled his mate here; he just wasn’t certain who she was. He never updated me on what her name is but based on what <b>I’ve </b>seen at beta Patrick’s training, whoever the female in his group is, they enjoy each other’spany.”
“You don’t use your pack link with him?<b>” </b>
Patrick asks, shock in his voice. Cole shakes his head as he ces it back into his <b>hands</b>.
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<b>You </b><b>used </b><b>it </b><b>in </b><b>the </b>medical wing so I know <b>you </b>have <b>it</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
I cut into the conversation.
<b>“</b>Cut the crap alpha. He’s in my head.”
I’m taken back by his sudden harshness.
“Cole?”
“Cut the crap, alpha. Stop pretending you’re nice. The drunk bastard is in my head.”
His voice is even louder the second time, emphasizing a harshness I’ve never experienced with him before. I stand slowly from my chair, allowing my aura to ze throughout the room. <b>It’s </b>powerful but not angry as I lean in towards Cole. It hurts to see him cower even further into his hands but my instincts are screaming to y along.
“Do you really want me to stop ying nice? To cut the crap?”
I growl into his ear. He shakes his head as he whimpers into his hands.
“You have two minutes and when Ie back your attitude better have changed or I will change it
for you.”
I jog in a hurry down the hall to my office. I need a notebook and pen. Most links can only be created within a three hundred mile radius of the person creating it. Anything longer creates physical issues and for some permanent damage to their brain.
While most links, outside of biological children and mates, can only hear what the individuals wish tomunicate most parents can usually hear and feel what is going on around their pups. In most cases the farther the wolves are from each other the less they are able to hear and feel of the environment but considering Cole is over six hundred miles from home I imagine his father has found a way to enhance his link making anything possible.
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