Chapter by Dax

It was another fine spring day in Jasper City. The fresh smell of just brewed coffee filled the nose of Detective Samson Jones, this was his way of starting the day off. Coffee at the Brew House, followed by his lovely girlfriend and partner Delilah Lovecraft coming to give him his favorite coffee with a quick hand job on the side, which would give her the "cream" she liked in her coffee. However, as he waited in their patrol car, something caught his eye.

Walking along the sidewalk was one of the worst street gang leaders there was in Jasper. The dark wolf himself, Cain Aldan. Now Cain was known for being Roy Larsen's bastard father who raped his mother Elsa Larsen back in their high school days. And knwing that Cain was trying to make a name for him and his wannabe street gang, Samson narrowed his eyes as he watched the dark wolf, who seemed to be looking for trouble, walk into the Brew House. Then…

BANG! BANG!

Two gunshots rang out, followed by a chorus of muffled screams which grew louder as the door swung open, making way for several civilians as they fled in all directions, be it a deer/wolf couple or two fox friends. Samson even saw Terra Ramirez and Sweets Malone flee the shop, their eyes wide in horror. And one thing was for sure, this was not how Samson wanted to start his morning. Within seconds, his training kicked in and the detective grabbed the radio on the dash of his cruiser, hs deep vice calm, yet firm as he urgently called all near by available units.

"This is Detective Samson Jones! Shots fired at the Brew House! I repeat: Shots fired at the Brew House! Suspect is Cain Aldan, he has hostages." Samson said, looking up to see Cain take aim at him. With blinding speed, the detective quickly dove from his car as bullets struck the passenger side.

Taking a peak over the hood, Samson saw Cain holding Delilah in a headlock, a nickel-plated 347 pressed against her temple as he stood in a puddle of her and Samsons coffee. The dark wolf, upon noticing Samson, walked toward the door. Kicking it open, he shouted, "Now you listen here. I have six hostages, a loaded gun, and I'm pretty fucking high. If anyone tries to come in, I'm killing the hostages, starting with this bitch here!"

Well, it was now clear to Samson that Cain wasn't thinking clearly, which meant he was unpredictable, but it also meant he didn't know who he was holding hostage. Not five minutes after the shooting began, cops arrived and made a perimeter around the Brew House. Mayor Winston Lewis was also on sight now, assessing the situation at hand, as his old blue eyes scanned the windows of the Brew House. At this point Cain was standing out in the open, an easy target for the Police Snipers on the roof.

"Mr. Mayor," a red vixen reporter called out to him.

"Is it true that the wanted street gang leader Cain Aldan has taken hostages?"

"I am unable to comment on the question, but any information regarding the hostages is clearly speculation. Our boys in blue will get the job done," Winston stated confidently in front of the camera, but on the inside, he was a train wreck. Winston had also learned that his eldest daughter Kate was one of the hostages, but he dared not let the media know that, because that would tip off Cain who would then use her to his advantage.

Inside the Brew House, Kate sat next to Delilah, the former being held tightly by the latter as she cried tears of fear, all while the officer kept a close eye on Cain who was walking around trying to figure out how to get out of this alive. The more Cain paced around in a circle, the more he began to panic. His red eyes began glancing around the hostages, coming to halt, he stopped in front of mother wolf and her pup. The two adults looked at each other, Cain broke the silence.

"You," he growled, pointing the gun at the two, the motherly instinctively, putting herself between the gun and her child. Everyone in the room flinched. Even Delilah couldn't believe that Cain would actually harm a defenseless child. But, the shock really came hen Cain flicked the end of his gun toward the door.

"Take your kid and leave."

The mother wolf scooped up her crying child in her arms and ran as fast as she could out of the coffee shop. But then, Cain, in what Delilah could only describe a moment of drug-induced insanity, turned his gun on one of the employees, a twenty-year-old barista named Lois Quillson, the adopted daughter of one of the best foster care agents in town, Floyd Quillson. No words were said as he shot the poor girl, the female letting out a short scream as the bullet struck her abdomen, her frame falling to the floor like a puppet cut from it's strings.

Outside, Winston, Samson and chief of police Able Aldan gasped at what they saw. In truth, they had thought upon noticing the mother and her pup leave that Cain might have realized he had no chance if walking away from this. It was now very clear that Cain wasn't in his right mind. Able, no longer taking any chances, quickly left the cover of the police barricade and approached the coffee shop's entrance. As the white wolf entered, he felt the barrel of Cain's gun press under his chin.

"Come to play hero, Able?" Cain asked.

Able smiled.

"As a matter a fact," he replied slowly, "I was just coming in for a cup of coffee, but I guess we can talk like we used to."

Cain scoffed.

"That's what you said yesterday—and last week—and the week prior to that. So, you're to late to have a talk with me, Able."

"But now I have the time!" Able protested.

"Ok, what do you want to talk about?" Cain asked his brother.

"How are you going to kill me if your gun is empty? Which it is now," Able said pointing to his brother's revolver.

Cain, who was still high, looked down at his gun only for a second. Then he pointed it up and fired a shot into the ceiling.

"See," Cain boasted to Able. "I still have ammo."

Then the dark wolf pointed it at Able.

"Give me your best shot," the white wolf challenged.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Cain replied, then squeezed the trigger.

CLICK!

The revolver didn't fire. Cain looked at his weapon in confusion, his finger repeatedly pulling the trigger, each time receiving a an empty click as a response. And as he stared incredulously at the empty weapon, Cain failed to notice Able pulling out a retractable baton. And by the time the dark wolf looked up, there was a loud crack as the baton hit him upside the head, Cain soon being splayed out on the floor, knocked out cold.

In a matter of seconds, the rest of the police came rushing in, immediately placing a disoriented Cain in handcuffs before getting the hostages out and taking Lois, who had managed to stay alive thanks to Kate keeping pressure on her wound, to the hospital. After things had calmed down, Delilah found herself being held close by Samson, the larger male running hand through Delilah's hair as she clung tightly to his Kevlar-covered chest. Meanwhile, Kate, after taking a minute t wash Lois's blood from her hands, was taken to her mother's clinic to be given a few tests to see if she was going to be emotionally alright. Eve asked the standard questions, gave a psych evaluation, and determined that Kate was safe to go home. Still, Eve thought it best if Kate stayed at her and Winston's house.

Kate politely declined and went home to be with Humphrey, who had canceled a house showing with Carney Weathers to be there for his wife.

But not far off from the Brew House, hidden in by the shadows of a dark alleyway, stood Canada's biggest Mafia boss, Alexander "King Bear" O'Connor, and he had a date with chief Able Aldan, who was discretely making his way to the alley so as not to draw attention to himself. Luckily, King Bear was not in a hurry as he was simply biding his time as he leaned back on the hood of the stretched limo, his right-hand bear and insurance policy, Louis Gage going about his normal routine of keeping a close eye on his boss while checking his lucky 357 revolver...

Busy, yet available, should the situation arise.

When Able drove, the Police chief took only five steps, before halting. Giving only a nod to King Bear to let him know business was ready to start.

King Bear pushed himself upright and tossed the chief a sandwich bag.

"I brought you a little snack, Chief Aldan."

Able opened the bag to look suspiciously at the sandwich, a sickening feeling in his stomach as he looked at the bread stuffed with hundred-dollar bills. The chief looked back down the street where he came from as he tucked the sandwich in his coat.

"Remember our deal, King Bear," Able spoke in a cold tone toward the Mafia boss, "I let you run your business in my town, you keep people like my brother under control. After all, it would be a shame if I made a call to the FBI to report you for-"

"Don't forget who else I have working for me. What if the mayor found out about this little meeting? Or, what if something were to happen to your wife...or even your son?" King Bear warned with a smile.

This shut Able up.

Then before the chief knew what happened, he was pushed by the Mafia crime boss.

Able was able to stay upright, but was still stunned by the shove. However, the moment he registered what had happened, he was seeing red as he rushed forward and grabbed King Bear's fancy coat collar before whipping out his police special. Louis quickly pulled his gun and pointed it at Able. It was a stand off, neither the chief or the right-hand bear pulled the triggers on their weapons, but stared daggers at each other.

King Bear then spoke. "Watch the suit," he remarked casually.

Able looked at King Bear and quickly realized he was biting off more then he could chew. He frowned at King Bear, then let go of the coat and lowered the gun, though with great reluctance.

King Bear smiled.

What a good wolf.

With that, Able left the scene, his mind still reeling from the threat that King Bear made against his wife and son. And truth be told, they had already been through enough today. But, Able still felt some relief when he saw the two leave the Brew House. In truth, Able knew Cain wouldn't have the nerve to shoot his sister-in-law and nephew. He may be dark, but under that black fur, their was still a heart, even if he never showed it. Even so, Able still felt unsettled as he pulled into his driveway, the waning light making him feel colder and his feet feeling heavier as he trudged toward the front door of his modest two-story home.

But, any negative feelings quickly vanished as his four-year-old son Matthew, or Matt was he was simply called, clad in his Justice league pajamas, ran toward his father, his damp white-fur a clear sign that he had just gotten a bath. And before long, the house was filled with the sound of ecstatic squeals as Able peppered his son with kisses, the scene being watched with loving jade green eyes by Able's lovely amber-furred wife Rachel.

"Hey Buddy!" Able laughed as he held his son, "looks like you had an exciting day! Were ya scared?"

Matt quickly shook his head, his mismatched blue and crimson eyes wide with glee.

"No, cause you always get the bad guy! You're like a superhero!"

And that one, innocent comment was devastating for Able.

"Matt, sweetie," Rachel called upon noticing hr husband stiffen up, "why don't you go to your room? Daddy and I will be upstairs to tuck you in in a little bit."

"Okay momma!"

With that, Matt, after being set down by his father, bolted up the stairs, leaving both adults alone in the foyer. But as Rachel approached her husband, a deep worry settled over her as he slumped back against the door, his tired blue eyes closing as he let out a long, sorrowful sigh. And it was only when Able felt his wife take a hold of his face that the tears he hadn't realized had been welling in his eyes began to roll down his cheeks, the salty liquid being wiped away by Rachel's thumbs.

"If only he knew that his superhero dad was a bad guy."

"NO!" Rachel quickly interjected, her face hard as she forced Able to look her in the eye, eyes filling with her own tears as she spoke to her hurting love.

"Don't do that to yourself Able. Everything you have done or ever will do, has been for our son. I may not like it, but it's the way things are right now...

Okay?"

Upon hearing these words, Able couldn't help but smile lovingly at his wonderful wife, his larger hands taking her smaller ones as he leaned forward, capturing Rachel in a passionate kiss, their tongues sensually dancing as they let all their love for each other flow forward. And it was only when the need for air arose that Able pulled away, his loving gaze meeting Rachel's as they stared at each other.

"How did I ever get so lucky as to have a woman like you in my life?"

It was at that moment that Rachel let a teasing smirk form on her muzzle.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, it's a wonder we're even married."

And it was after she said this that Rachel's smirk turned...lustful.

"Now, why don't we go tuck Matt in, and later on I can wrap my fat, luscious tits around your huge, delicious cock, just how you like it?"

And just as she said this, Rachel turned and made her way toward the stairs, soon being followed by Able as the latter began to recover from his wife's seductive invitation.

Unfortunately, Able's night of fun would be nullified by the news he would receive in the morning.

Later that night, King Bear had just finished making love to beautiful wife, the biggest name in the Adult Film Industry, Belle "Queen Bear" O'Connor, the curvaceous, yet fit female cuddling her husband, tracing a finger along his broad, muscular chest as they basked in the afterglow of their session. And, as was customary after a night of wild sex, the couple, before going to sleep, turned on the news. Unfortunately, what they saw was not good. On screen, cops were covering dead bodies of six fallen policemen, each having been escorting a police van to a maximum security prison, Mayor Winston Lewis and Detective Samson Jones looking really upset as a doe reporter shoved a microphone in the mayor's face.

"MISTER MAYOR! MISTER MAYOR! Does this ambush mark the beginning of Cain Aldan's rise to power?" she asked.

"No," the mayor blustered, "If Cain Aldan and gang try to rise, it will start a gang war with King Bear, who I heard is trying to retire from his position as the number one Mafia boss of all Canada."

"What?!" King Bear roared.

The television screen shattered as King Bear's big fist smashed into it. He was in a rage.

"Retire? Retire! Can somebody please tell me what kind of world we live in where some dark wolf gets my airtime?"

"Don't worry my love," Queen Bear soothed, pulling her husband back into bed, "Don't be angry at the TV. If you need to let off all that anger, then fuck me again and treat me like I am nothing but a slut who deserves to be mistreated."

It was true, Queen Bear loved it when her husband made love to her, but she really loved it when he fucked her like he hated her. Soon, screams of pleasure were echoing off the falls of the house as King Bear rutted his wife like they were in one of her movies, leaving the servants shocked to hear just how long the two bears could keep on going.

This was just another day in Jasper City.