Woo two updates in one day within just hours of each other, go me! There is a second story on my page in case you are wondering about the two updates thing. The second chapter of Romance for the Wild will be my next update, so if you haven't read it yet go check it out. It has Ben!

"And now for our top story in national news; the missing child from Alexandria, Louisiana was recovered earlier today by his own mother in the mountains of Montana. Ms. McLeod went on a nationwide manhunt despite the police telling her not to, but in a tragic twist the child was killed by his abductor who was then shot and killed by the boy's mother. The real shock came with his mother's reaction to learning the assailant was a werewolf, she had this to say."

The screen cuts to a scene shot earlier in the day for the segment. The blonde on the screen was more striking then beautiful though most would say she was gorgeous, she didn't agree. She looked into the camera with strong conviction in her bronze eyes even if they were puffy and red from crying. "When they told me that my Aeron's kidnapper was a werewolf I found myself knowing it was a rogue. I've met plenty of werewolves in my local pack and I know from them that no werewolf in their right mind would ever hurt a child. This just isn't how they work, but just like humans there are some that are sick and in their minds they love children.

"Now ya'll wouldn't even be making a fuss about mah boy if you all didn't already have an agenda to oust the wolves like you tried with the fae. I'm telling you now there is scarier stuff out in the world. Now ya'll let my boy rest in peace, the more ya'll bring him up and talk about what happened the long his spirit is bound to this world and out of heaven's reach."

The image cut back to the studio then, "Ms. McLeod has returned home with her child on a private airline. She is planning a private funeral in her hometown and asks that the public leave her and the werewolves alone. As of now the police are not bringing charges against her for the killing. In other news…"

Bran let out a sigh as the woman on the television was left to drone on even as he now ignored the set. The bronze eyed woman, Ms. McLeod had intrigued him when she'd asked him to leave so he wouldn't become part of a police investigation, and now he knew why. She sounded southern when she spoke not only to him but during her segment and yet that name, it was Scottish and he'd heard it before. Still the female was obviously in contact with the pack in Alexandria and the way she'd defended every werewolf across the country… she was about to become an enemy to any human who was anti-fae or anti-werewolf.

He lifted his phone scrolling through the names until he spotted just the man he was looking for and before he could even say a single thing the Cajun started to talk. "Was wonderin' when you'd be callin'. We doan need assistance yet, already got Maggie out her house, she safe here with us."

"She's had threats?" Bran asked.

"Neighbors mostly… One coo-yôn tried ta break into the funeral pahlah to burn Aeron's body… P'tee pute thought he'd turn wolf in the moon. Philip watchin' the boy to make sure no othah couillonnes be tryin'… Got people at her house and Irina got her sleepin' pills. Aeron's pa is one of my pack, buh he's nevah thought Aeron was his. Aeron was Maggie's life… I know she can deal with Lionel, just not sure past dat."

Bran tapped a fingertip to his thigh thinking for a moment, "she publicly backed us, she'll need to be someplace safe for a while."

"She pack, she stayin' here."

"That woman is not a werewolf, Malcolm. I saw her after the kill, she was serious and hurting but there was no blood lust after he was dead."

The silence ebbed and engulfed them as if water closed around them drowning out every sound in the world before Malcolm spoke again. "You the othah wolf she been talkin' up? She pack 'cause of her pa. He was ours, killed 'bout three years now, she been through a lot for human. Swear she 'bout as close to bein' a wolf as you can get without actually bein' one of us. I be tinkin' she even has a doh-mant wolf she canna call on."

"That's impossible…" Bran said, he'd never even heard so much as a rumor of such a thing ever happening before. He'd never heard a werewolf legend that came close to it either.

Malcolm chuckled then, "you should wait to tell me dat until you have been the one ta piss her off. I only suggest it 'cause I want ta see ya face when ya do."

An eyebrow lifted then and if this was one of those cheesy cartoons there would be a cricket chirping, "when is the funeral, Malcolm?"

"Two days… It took hours ta find someone ta do the service. A lot kept sayin' no 'cause dere will be wolves dere. The priest we found has ta travel in and just so happens he is of a supernatural race… he not tellin' us what but Mags doan care so long as he can pray for Aeron. Maggie canna do dis alone Bran no mattah how strong she likes ta act. She-yit, Bran I call ya back tomorrow… Mags is cryin' again need to comfort the fluer."

Bran shook his head; at least he knew more now, "go check on your blossom then. I'll be down with Charles and Anna tomorrow," he told the other man before signing off. He didn't want to think of how hurt the woman must have been, he couldn't afford to care too much, his wolf nudged him though feeling once more that he'd been alone long enough. Leah had been killed years ago and he was trying to find another girl that much like Leah that he could sate the beast with but he could never love. Maggie he knew on instinct was not that girl.