Patricia Briggs owns all. I only created Afton and her family. This is my first story so cut me some slack.
Bran was eating dinner at Anna and Charles's tonight. Things had been quiet lately. No problems, which was a bit strange since they had outed themselves as werewolves to the world. But this calm night was to be short lived.
The telephone rang angrily and Anna sighed. She stood from the table and walked across the kitchen to answer it. "Hello?" her soft voice asked. "Hi, Anna? It's Steven down at the hospital is Bran with you?" Steven a 'middle aged wolf' about 250 years had been working at the small county hospital for a little over 6 months. He was low in the pack, quite quiet just like his young human girlfriend. He was about 5'10 with brown hair and kind brown eyes. For some reason he was always the bearer of bad new. Anna stomach dropped. "Sure, just one second," She covered the mouth piece out of habit, "Bran, it's for you." She handed him the cordless phone at the dinner table and Charles's eyebrows rose. He never took calls at the table.
Bran didn't speak just listen carefully when the other werewolf started to speak. He clicked the phone off and rose from his chair. "Charles," He looked at his younger son with a sigh, no other words were spoken to him. He knew he was needed. "Anna thank you for a lovely dinner, but I'm afraid we're needed down at the hospital." He gave her a small smile and walked towards the front door. "I'll call you when I know what's going on," Charles spoke softly kissing her cheek.
After Charles closed the door behind him Bran started talking, "There's a young girl at the ER who claims the Upstate New York pack stole her young niece. Steven said there's so much magic in the hospital that it's giving him chills," Bran's eyebrow was raised. That was the most amount of emotion Charles had seen since Leah had moved out of his fathers house two months ago.
"She's a witch then?" Charles hated witches just as much as his father did. "Steven's not sure." Now Charles was puzzled. Steven and he were about the same age, he wasn't young and stupid, and he should know what a witch felt like.
"Alright then, why's the girl in the ER?" "Car accident, apparently he believes the girl has almost the entire shattered back window imbedded in her back and side."
The rest of the ride was silent. Both men were wondering what was waiting for them up the road.