Hello all, just a quick chapter in Kira's POV. After this, I'll return to the wolf mind for a bit, then I'm gonna throw Seth into the mix a little more than he was in the book. Hope it's worth the wait. Anyway, here it is. I don't own...etc.

Kira POV

I sat quietly at the back of the security office, lost in thought. One of my minions, John, was sitting in front of the many security cameras trying his best to do his job. I didn't have to be an empath to know he was uncomfortable with my presence. He sat rigid in his chair and he was sweating slightly more than a person should when seated in a room whose AC was set somewhere around 68 degrees. I could also hear his heart beating at a rate too fast for a person at rest.

Normally he wouldn't be so nervous, but I was in a bad mood. I got along with almost everyone who worked for me, who I lovingly called minions. All of them, however, got nervous when I wasn't happy. I never fully understood why. Maybe I was putting off some kind of shifter vibe which cause them to fear me...who knows. All I knew for sure was I was pissed and I didn't care that it made the people around me uncomfortable. I'd apologize to John later.

I currently had my attention focused on the coin I was flipping over my fingers.

My concentration was broken when Tank came into the room. Lawrence "Tank" Warren, like his wife Sharee, was one of my best friends in Vegas. He was well over six feet tall, weighed in somewhere around 300lbs, muscled like Emmett or the wolves from La Push and carried a vibe of intimidation you had no choice but to respect. He also had the darkest skin I had ever seen in my many decades of life. He was intimidating to most, but he was also a softy at heart for his friends, family and small furry animals. He reminded me of Emmett as much as Sharee reminded me of Alice. Maybe that's why we got along so well.

He was also the person right below me on the security hierarchy. He had worked at the casino for a few years before they brought me in and he wasn't very happy with the higher ups when they appointed me as head of security. I really couldn't blame him. All he could see in me was this little toothpick of a girl who he was suppose to take direction from. I wasn't intimidated by him, which didn't help. Fortunately, many conversations and a well placed hip toss from me and we became good friends. The fact that Sharee loved me from the moment we met also helped his attitude. Now he was one of the few people I trusted with my life. Needless to say, he could tell right away that something was bothering me.

"Hey John, why don't you take 10-15." Tank said to John, placing a hand on him shoulder. John looked over at me then up at Tank, a look of relief on his face.

"Sure, sounds good." He replied, taking a deep breath as he got up from his chair and left the room. I could feel his relief as he left.

"Trying to give the minions stress related medical problems today, are we?" Tank asked me, taking a seat next to me. "You OK?"

I continued to focus on the coin in my hand as I answered him. "No. Something is wrong."

"I haven't seen or heard of any problems around here..."

"Not here." I clarified. "At home with my family. Something is wrong. I know something is wrong, but I have no idea what it is or why they aren't talking to me about it."

Tank sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "How do you know something is off if they aren't talking to you? Maybe they just have nothing new to talk about."

I contemplated this for a moment. "Maybe, but I don't think so." I got up from my chair, pacing the room. "I talk with my step mom, Alice, once a week like clockwork. She has had something to talk about every week for over 5 years. I talked to her right after your wedding, but then she missed the week afterward. She's never missed a week before."

Tank was about to speak, but I put up a hand.

"I know, maybe she forgot or was busy. I thought that too, but she also missed last week. We've never gone two week in a row without talking on the phone. I gave her a call yesterday and she just wasn't herself. It was like she was in a rush to get of the phone. It's not like her. Something is going on with them. I know it. I can feel it in my gut." I continued pacing until Tank stopped me by standing in front of me.

"Then take some time off and go figure it out. Tony's been nagging you take some of your vacation time anyway." Tank now has his hands on my shoulders.

"I can't just up and leave, Tank. What about..."

It was his turn to interrupt me.

"I can keep the minions in order and the patrons in line until you get back. Just go before you stress everyone out."

I grumbled to myself for a few seconds, thinking. Tank continued to eye me. He wasn't the type to let up on stuff like this.

"Fine." I gave up, throwing my hand in the air. "I really hate you sometimes, you know."

"I love you too, Kira." Tank pulled me into a hug, then scooted me towards the door.

I smiled thankfully up at him, then turned to head up to Tony's office. Tony was the owner and manager of the casino. He'd been on me for months to use some of the many weeks of vacation time I had accumulated. This would make him happy. Tank called back to me just as I was about to close the door.

"Remember to call Sharee before you go!" He yelled. "She'll kill me if I sent you to Washington without talking to her about it first!"

"You got it, big guy. Don't want you to be in trouble with the little woman." I replied playfully. I wasn't really at peace with my plan to drop in on my family unannounced, but my mind was made up. They were hiding something from me and I was going to find out what it was.

To be Continued...

I know, not very long. I have the next chapter written as well, but I just don't have time to spell check it. Hopefully, I can get it posted in the next couple of days, then I can start on the Seth part I have promised you. Hope you like. Love the reviews. Thanks to everyone who is reading and extra thanks to the reviewers!