Rabb dropped his phone on the table with a laugh. “You will never guess who that was.” “Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie.” Rabb gives his Alpha the squinty-eyed look his smart-assery deserves as both of their guides laugh themselves breathless in the background. “Yeah, it was Mac.”
Washington, DC “We have had a dramatic increase in the nation’s Sentinel/Guide population. I’m not ashamed to tell you, this is bothering a lot of people.” The President settles on one of the matching couches in the center of the room. “What can you tell me?” “That they are right…
Wednesday after school they are back at the Center. Stiles is starting to get the feeling that he should just expect that any and all free time he has will be taken by the Center. Do not pass ‘Go’. Do not even try to collect $200… or the new Halo…
Malia’s first weekend with her dad. Dads? Dad and Uncle Chris? Peter and Chris. Her first weekend with Peter and Chris had been dramatic to the point of actual pain. First off, an all day funeral. Ouch. Following that, an attack on her cousin and new brother. What is wrong…
Beacon Hills The Beacon Hills Sentinel/Guide Center is an old high school. A retired one. The one his mom and dad attended, actually, even though Stiles hadn’t. Derek hadn’t, either, so there is that. It’s cool looking. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if the cool stuff is from the original…
Cheyenne Mountain This. Is. Ridiculous. Major Marshall Sumner has been given the task of getting up to 100 military and civilian assets through the wormhole to another galaxy in a maximum of 38 minutes. He has been given two weeks to select his guys and get them prepared for the…
Ah, meeting your soulmate over potato salad. How romantic! Gavin Hale is trying really hard to not be jealous but this bitch has been online for two fucking weeks. He’s been online for four years. Alone. Unguarded. For four years! And this bitch just swoops in and gets what every…
Beacon Hills, First week of January 2015 Stiles feels pretty. The suit is a dark, almost navy blue with discreet pinstripes that he would call ‘fun’ on any other occasion. The matching waistcoat (it’s a fucking vest, okay?) is a bit strange to wear and the tie is boring as…
Beacon Hills, New Year’s Eve 2014 Allison Argent isn’t really sure if Emma Hale’s Pride New Year’s Eve party is a great idea or a horrible one. Security is tight. Everyone is tense. And fireworks would be a categorically bad idea. Allied bonded pairs visiting from all over the country…
The dream always starts out nice. She is her spirit guide. They are one and the same, powerful and primal. They run through a jungle she’s never seen. A jungle that doesn’t -couldn’t- exist in a real physical way on Earth, judging by the colors all around her. A familiar…
