Denver Pack Twelve 1/2 (Novella) (Denver Pack Series)

by Jana Leigh

  They were beginning to draw attention, but they all wanted to get something for Christmas Eve. This year was going to be special, whether the men knew it or not. Jordan thought of the perfect gift for the men on the way over. Romy and Larkin were easy to buy for usually, but with the birth of all of the children this last year, and the Prophesy happening, it seemed like they were on the cusp of something ending and a new stage beginning.

  Jo could feel the Pack growing and becoming more content. Even with the rise of activity with the Rogues, it still seemed like somehow they were preparing for a new stage in their journey.

  After the first of the year, Quin called for a meeting of the New Council to discuss just this. What they were going to do to plan for their future? Blaine, Dalton, and Kira began having visions last month, most of them are still hazy, but it let them know that something was about to change.

  With the development of their overseas Senate, more and more shifters and magical people were coming out of the woodwork, joining them. However, some very weird things were happening also. Disappearing Covens, and attacks on other groups. The Rogues were planning something, and to be honest, they were beginning to think there was a possibility it was not going to be what they expected.

  Jordan and her mates hosted the last football game party for the New Council; it was their men’s favorite sport. They played in the front of the house on Saturdays for a stress reliever, and then watched the games on Sunday the entire day, all of them arguing what was happening, and poking fun at each other's teams. So the women made it easy on all of them, because the game days were becoming a bit too testosterone filled, it really detracted from their normal chick's day. It was not nearly as fun to have a mani/pedi be ruined when Cloe or Lacy was called back to help patch someone up.

  For Christmas this year, they pitched in and bought box seats for the professional team they all now shared. Cami thought it was brilliant, because not only would the men be gone now for Sundays, this meant they would have an easier time doing their own thing, but now they wouldn’t have to make excuses for their indifference to the game.

  “I think it is well past time for the evening festivities,” Cami announced, as they made their purchases and bee lined for the door.

  The Enforcers, who were on duty for the particular trip, all stared at each other with a look of horror. The way the day had already been going, with going to the lingerie store, and to the adult toy store, it had already been torture. Especially when they asked the men’s opinion on nipple clamps. TMI seemed to be an understated phrase for what they actually thought.

  Chapter Two

  The restaurant they went to was called the Melting Pot. Cami arranged for a room upstairs that was away from the rest of the restaurant. The cuisine was amazing; it was an entire fondue menu. Each of the tables had a center that held three burners. On each of them, they mixed decadent cheese fondue with various veggies and bread to dip into them. None of the women had been there before, so they all ‘ohh’d’ and ‘ahh’d’ over the food.

  However, the best part, of course, was the fact the restaurant stocked their favorite wine, Moscato Di Asti. It was the perfect beginning to the evening when the waitress brought each of the tables a bottle of wine.

  Discussions varied from table to table, but the room was all theirs, so they just turned the chairs at one point, and each of the women held their fondue forks in one hand and a glass in the other.

  “Meeting of the New Council women has come to order,” Cami said, and they all laughed. They laughed even harder when they heard the Enforcers groan from the door to the room.

  “Hey, guys,” Cloe said and then stood up. “Come on; just forget what happened last time. We all admit, we got a little out of control but seriously, will you never let the shit go?”

  Marshall stepped forward and said, “Hey, it wasn’t only one time. It was one time out in public. The cops were called. How about last Christmas after the fight? If I remember correctly, Casey got lost going home, which I might add is right in back of the Pack house, and Trinity was undressing in the car with the Enforcer because she said she was having a hot flash, I could go on. Cloe, you broke your hand punching that Rogue, and forgot you took pain meds and then drank four shots of Tequila. Teagan yelled at us for allowing you access to the holding cell. You then proceeded to throw candy at them telling them to ‘Taste the Fucking Rainbow.’ I guess to answer your question we are not going to let the ‘shit’ go.”

  All the women laughed and clapped. “Awesome memory!” Shea said, and then winked at the Enforcers, who narrowed their eyes at her. She was an actual Fairy, wings, and all. When they found her the first day, all the women had been excited. Shea was the author they had followed for years, and never knew she was going to be a part of their Council. The awesome part, she was also one of the new creatures Cami had yet to discover.

  Therefore, when they went for a book signing, they found her, and the rest was history, or ‘the night of hell’, as the Enforcers called it. None of them really remembered much of what went on, but the men did. In addition, they never let them forget it.

  As the night wore on, the men began to look at each other nervously. The servers brought out the next course, an amazing broth fondue they could dip in various chunks of meat and veggies with dipping sauces. In addition, the wine kept flowing. The Enforcers continued to watch closely, ready to call the Pack house and tell the Alphas if anything looked like it was going to go south. So far, so good, they were drinking, but they were not out of control. Marshall told them, as long as they were manageable, then they were fine.

  The owner of the restaurant asked the server to tell the ladies she would be bringing up their dessert chocolate fondue herself. It was her special concoction of milk chocolate, marshmallows, and wine.

  If any of the Enforcers were later asked to pinpoint when the night took a bad turn, it would have been when they noticed that instead of bringing up a bottle of wine at a time, one of the servers had just brought up a case of wine and set it in the corner of the room.

  “I think we need to remind our men about a few things,” Cami began to slur.

  All of them nodded their head, and Kira raised her hand. “On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me?”

  Skye held up her glass and continued, “a brand-new pair of fuzzy handcuffs.”

  “Oh shit,” one of the Enforcers muttered and looked at the others.

  “On the second day of Christmas my true loves gave to me,” Casey sang smoothly.

  “Two nipple clamps,’’ Cloe laughed.

  “And a brand-new pair of fuzzy handcuffs.” Skye finished.

  “Wait, I have an awesome idea,” Cami said loudly.

  It went downhill from there. The Enforcers kept looking at one another as they plotted, drank, and generally got drunker by the minute. The men had to admit they were funny drunks; they all had a sense of humor at least. Marshall protested only once, and that was when Shea turned and grinned at them.

  He held up his phone and wiggled it at the fairy. She knew, with one phone call her mate, the Sheriff, would be notified. Shea flipped the leader of the men off and then snapped her fingers and made his pants fall to the floor.

  “Dammit,” he yelled and flipped open his phone ready to call for reinforcements.

  “Press that button and that will be the worst thing you could do,” Kira said quietly. All of them paused and looked at the calm bear shifter that shrugged her shoulders. “No, dumbasses, not like I am gonna kill him, what the hell is wrong with you? I meant, literally, press that button and you will miss out on what is to come.” The Seer shrugged. “Sorry, can’t tell you yet, there is more than that that’s gonna be revealed.”

  Cami rolled her eyes and said, “Thank goodness, I have at least a good buzz going on. I am the Alpha of this damn Pack. You should have told me if there was going to be drama.”

  Kira shrugged and took another drink. Marshall was struggling with his pants while gettin
g ready to bark out an order, when there was a knock on the door.

  “We need some karaoke,” Bama said loudly and then laughed when her friends agreed. "Wait, who has the machine at their place.”

  Since the last outing was so much fun, what with the whole singing thing and everything. Now when they got together, the machine always came out.

  The owner of the restaurant led a string of employees into the room; all were carrying various pans for the tables and plates with amazing looking dipping treats. Cami should have seen her lead Enforcer freeze in shock, but she was instead lifting her glass in a toast for the chocolate that was being brought into the room. She did notice, however, one thing; the owner was a shifter of some kind.

  The Alpha raised her eyebrow at the lovely woman, who was in a chef’s uniform and smiled broadly. If it weren’t for her best friend freezing and saying extremely loudly, “WHAT THE FUCK?” Cami would have waited and talked to the woman in private.

  As it was, the entire room froze and Jo jumped to her feet and turned in a circle, looking at each of the people who had entered the room. Marshall growled and Cloe stood up turning to the Enforcer, wondering what the hell was going on.

  “Shit, Shea, I need some help,” Cami called and the fairy stood up and raised her hand. She had powers that some still didn’t know about.

  “Uh, okay?” Shea said then snapped her fingers. Anyone who was a human froze in the room to keep from freaking out with whatever was going to happen next. All the servers froze in their spots, and the only one who remained free to move was the owner.

  Marshall bristled and made another low noise in his chest. Cami's head snapped up and she looked at the lead Enforcer. “I know I haven’t had enough to drink if you are making that noise at me. I swear. I will kick your ass if you do that again. Now, we need to take this one thing at a time. Marshall, what the fuck has your panties in a wad?”

  The owner of the restaurant looked like a deer in the headlights as she looked around the room. The petite woman looked over her shoulder and frowned when the large Enforcer walked slowly toward her.

  “Mate,” he said slowly.

  “Ooookkkaaayyy!” Cami said slowly and looked at the owner. “I assume you know who we are and I am pretty sure I would know if we had a shifter chef in the Pack so, the question is, who are you?”

  None of the ladies of the Council was talking, but all of them were on guard as they watched the owner. If there was a shifter, this close to a Pack that had no acknowledge she was near, it was either she was a Rogue, or she was in hiding. Either way, there was gonna be a little problem.

  Marshall paused right next to the woman and inhaled deeply, “She is my mate, and she is a wolf.”

  Cami laughed and said, “Sucks for you, but now, why have you not come to the Pack then? Jo, what the hell is wrong with you?” the Alpha female said to Jo as she watched her friend moving slowly to the other side of the owner, and she sniffed.

  “I smell my father,” Jo said lightly, and her friends gasped in surprise. Everyone knew her father died in a battle with the once leader of the Rogues. Jo was devastated, since she was an adult when she found out who she really was. It had shocked the hell out of everyone when it was discovered Jo was the missing key to the Prophesy.

  “Well, thank the gods for that, I thought we were going to have a weird situation here.” Shea laughed. “Can we at least unfreeze the straights and send them on their way while we sort this out. I would think it would be very uncomfortable being frozen like this.

  “Killed my buzz,” Cloe grumbled and touched one of the server’s faces. “This is like fuckin’ scary. Shea, how the hell do you do this? It’s as if they are wax.”

  Skye, Bama, and Casey stood up and did the same thing. “Whoa, that is some weird shit!” Lacy blurted out.

  Ruby, Skye, and Kira began laughing and their Alpha glared at them for a brief moment before her gaze was drawn to Bama, who was pulling out a tube of lipstick. “No,” Cami yelled as Bama twirled it between her fingers.

  “Dammit, you are no fun when you are playing Queen Bitch,” Bama said with her accent more pronounced now that she had been drinking. “I was just going to make sure they were all refreshed and beautiful for their frozen wax state, there is no excuse for them to be without cosmetics.”

  “Are you serious?” Kira asked with a smile on her face.

  “Uh, ya, gosh have you not listened to all the times I have said, you cannot walk out the door without a fresh coat of lipstick!” Bama yelled and threw up her hands.

  Cloe snorted and said, “I am pretty sure none of us have taken you seriously over the last year when you start talking about that, I mean, not to be a bitch or anything, but lipstick is the last thing I put in my pockets when I walk out the door.”

  “That is ‘cause you carry a knife, and the only things you put in your pockets are weapons and Band-Aids,” Skye laughed and slammed her hand on the table.

  “Would you people focus please,” Cami ground out. “Marshall, snap out of it, what the hell are we talking about here? Who is your mate?”

  “She is,” Marshall said and pointed to the owner of the restaurant.

  “Okay, and Jo, where are you getting the scent from?” Cami said calmly, now that she had things back under control.

  “She is,” Jo whispered, staring at the woman intently.

  “Great, now I suggest that we unfreeze the humans, all of us will play nice, got it. When they are all gone, we can have a calm discussion about what the battle fuck is going on. Bama, check the case of wine, I think we’re going to need it, Kira, move the chairs back to where they were, and everyone get back right where you were.”

  The Enforcer opened his mouth to protest, and Cami stared at him with an evil glint in her eye. He knew she could make his life miserable, unless he followed orders. With one last longing glance at the woman who was his mate, Marshall turned and walked back to the door. The other Enforcers were standing there grinning at the chaos their leader seemed to be involved in.

  “Dude, they dropped your pants in front of your mate.”

  “Fuck off and do your job or I will call your mate and tell her you were looking at Cloe in the lingerie department,” Marshall snapped, and the Enforcers shut up.

  It took way to long for every ones liking, getting back into place, and making sure no one was going to trip any of the servers. They may have moved their chairs slightly so that each of them could get a good view on the scene that was playing out.

  The owner smiled a little too big and nodded to Shea, who unfroze her workers. “Welcome to the Melting Pot, I am Frederica Molto. I am the owner of this place, and tonight we have a specialty for dessert.

  The women watched as the servers set down plates and pans, as the owner explained how it would work for the last part of their meal. Cami could feel the tension coming off her best friend as well as the Enforcer, who was leaning against the wall trying to look uninterested, but failing miserably.

  Frederica nodded to her people, and they began to file out one by one. The owner stood rigidly until the last of the workers left. She relaxed a little when the doors shut, and then she looked at Cami.

  “Alpha, I am sorry about the deception. I would have announced myself to the Pack if I could have. This is a very long story, but the basics are that I have been told since I was small that I was to hide what and who I was,” the Chef said and looked genuinely apologetic.

  Cami felt something inside her shift as she looked at the woman, and then to her best friend. Dammit, there are similarities, what the fuck is going on here?

  Cloe grabbed a bottle and began to fill the glasses of the women sitting there watching intently. Cami turned to Lacy, who was looking between Marshall and Frederica. Satisfied at her conclusion, Lacy nodded to the Alpha. She could tell if someone was destined to be mated. Apparently, Lacy was giving her the stamp of approval. Which was good?

  Cami took a sip of wine and then turned to Kira, who could see shift
ers and magical people’s auras. For the most part, it meant she could see what type of shifter a person was, and if their aura was darker or lighter. Kira was tilting her head back and forth and looking from both Jo and Frederica.

  “What is your heritage?” Kira asked slowly.

  “Why?” Jo snapped.

  “Jo, I am telling you this as your friend, shut up and calm down. Let us figure this out before we all start freaking. Because as it is, we are all figuring, you’re related somehow. I think we just need to know how,” Cami stated and then looked back at the chef. “Frederica, why don’t you just sit down, I feel like we are grilling you. Have a drink and spill it. None of us are gonna leave here until we have an explanation.”

  The smaller woman sighed, and then grabbed an extra glass, sat down, and held it out to Bama, who was waiting. Cami could see the hesitation in the wolf. “Marshall, clear the room. We are locked in with one way in and one way out, I think we need some privacy for a while.”

  “I really don’t think that would be wise,” Marshall said, wondering if he was going to have to disobey his Alpha female. He only found his mate, and she was telling him to leave her alone, just not going to happen.

  “Marshall, I believe it would be best for now to call the men and ask for their guidance in this situation. For now, Frederica is going to call down and make her excuses, turn the restaurant over to someone else,” Cami announced and then grabbed a bottle of wine and sat down.

  “Alpha, I respectfully decline,” Marshall said formally. Cami could see his cat trying to push itself out. It had found its mate, asking him to leave was hard for him accept.

  “Well, you don’t get to decline thankfully. Get your ass outside that door right now. We have an issue to talk about before we deal with your mating thing.” Cloe stood up, followed by Skye, and Bama. Apparently, the man overruled the cat because he rolled his eyes and then motioned with his head for the men to leave.