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Finding Anna: Seaside Wolf Pack Book 1.5, page 1
Finding Anna
Seaside Wolf Pack
Book 1.5
A Collection of POVs
By C.C. Masters
Copyright 2017 by C.C. Masters.
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is fiction so any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Dedication:
Thank you to everyone who has supported me and given me kind words of encouragement during this journey. You all are awesome!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
James
Chapter 2
Cody
Chapter 3
Austin
Chapter 4
James
Chapter 5
Cody
Chapter 6
The Stalker
Chapter 7
Austin
Chapter 8
Mason
Chapter 9
Jason
Chapter 10
James
Chapter 11
Jason
Chapter 12
Caleb
Chapter 13
Cody
Chapter 14
The Attacker
Chapter 15
Mason
Chapter 16
James
Chapter 17
Austin
Chapter 18
Caleb
Chapter 19
James
Chapter 20
Austin
Chapter 21
James
Chapter 22
The Benefactor
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Chapter 1
James
Buzzing of the phone broke into the quiet of the night, waking me from a deep sleep. I rolled over on my bed and groaned. That ring was assigned to my contacts in the local police department, this had better not be a phone call that one of our guys fucked up and was in a holding cell.
I glanced at the time on my phone as I fumbled to grab it off the nightstand where I had left it charging last night. It was 7:08 in the morning, which wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just gone to bed 4 hours ago. The caller ID read Det. Finn, he wouldn’t be calling for a drunk in public or a bar fight, this was something more serious. I sat up in the bed and took a breath before I answered the call.
“This is James” I said in greeting.
“James, Detective Finn.” A gruff voice stated. “I have a case that has one of you written all over it.”
I sighed, “What happened?”
“I’ll text you the address. We are looking at one of yours as a perp, not a Vic.”
I inhaled sharply. This was not good, I could hear a bit of anger in the detective’s voice. Before I could even reply he had hung up the phone. Asshole. I thought to myself.
Normally I would be pleased at dealing with someone else who was just as brief and to the point as I was but in this case, I wanted more details as to what had happened before I walked into a shit-storm.
A moment later a text came through with an address, at least it was here in Seaside, maybe 10-15 min away. I hauled my ass out of bed and pulled some clothes on. I ran a hand over the stubble on my face, but that was a minor concern right now.
I needed to get my ass to the scene of the crime pronto. I texted Austin and Cody as I headed down the stairs and to the garage.
Got a call from PD, one of ours a suspect, details to follow.
As an after-sight, I also forwarded the text from Finn with the address to both of them. If things went to shit as least one of them could follow my trail.
I grabbed my keys out of my hiding spot in the garage, the two little shitheads hadn’t found the new one yet. I ran a hand lovingly over the hood of my all black, custom Range Rover as I went around to the driver’s side. I hit the button for the garage door to open and backed out of the garage and into the early morning light.
Fuck, why did the sun have to be so fucking bright? I reached in the center console and grabbed my sunglasses. The whiskey from last night had burned out of my system already, thanks to my fast metabolism but my hangover was in full force. Another couple of hours and it would be gone, but for now I had to suck it up and do my job.
I pulled up to the address Finn sent. It was a small two story brick house a block from the beach in a peaceful little neighborhood. What would one of my guys be doing out here? I wondered to myself as I eyed the neighborhood. It looked like the type of place that usually had happy kids playing outside with their smiling parents looking on from the porch as they sipped lemonade and nibbled on fresh baked cookies.
I parked on the street, opposite from the house. There was a marked police vehicle in the driveway with an unmarked sedan parked in front of the house. The neighborhood was quiet, everyone probably still in their beds on this early Sunday morning.
That’s where I should be, I grumbled to myself, asleep in my fucking bed. Whoever was responsible for this early morning house call was in for a world of pain when I got a hold of them. I didn’t have a chance to knock on the door before Finn was opening it and gesturing for me to come in. He must have been watching me approach from the window.
Finn had a scowl on his face as he thrust gloves and a pair of booties at me to put on. I raised an eyebrow in question, but put them on. My anger was bleeding into concern, gloves and booties were used for messy crime scenes….
Finn finally spoke as I was sliding the gloves on, “I have an officer stationed outside to watch the perimeter and my partner is with the woman who found the body. We have ten minutes.”
I just nodded and followed him further into the house and up the stairs. I used my extra sense of smell to pull in scents as we walked. I could tell the primary homeowner was an older woman, but I also caught the scents of wolves that had been here recently.
Finn led me upstairs and pointed to the bedroom, he watched my face carefully as I took in the scene. I took in the scene stoically, doing my best not to let any of my thoughts show on my face.
Blood had splattered and sprayed all over the room, the carpet and bed were soaked in it. There were very large bloody paw prints that led into the bathroom. I could tell that what was left of the victim was in the bed.
I turned to Finn, “How close can I get?”
He pointed at the booties on my feet, “You can go up to the bed, but step delicately and don’t touch anything.”
I nodded. I would step as ‘delicately’ as a 6’2” one-eighty-pound man could. I stepped carefully towards the bed and tried to take in the scents. There were two wolves here recently and I caught the scent of another woman.
Could that be the woman who found her, or was there a female in the pack? I inhaled as deeply as I could and focused on the scent of the mystery woman. She was definitely human, not a wolf- my guess was that it was the woman who found her.
“Has anyone else been here?” I asked Finn.
He grunted. “In this room? Just myself and Mrs. Peterson. The officer who responded to the call couldn’t handle the blood so he ran back downstairs after seeing the room from out in the hall.
I snorted. “I’m guessing he doesn’t have a future in homicide.”
“Not likely.” Finn acknowledged with a snort of his own.
I circled the room and walked over to the bathroom. I was picking up on the scents of the two wolves, but their human scents were stronger on this side of the room. They must have spent time in the room as both humans and wolves.
“Well?” Finn barked impatiently.
“There were definitely two wolves here last night, neither of them in my pack.”
“Would you tell me if they were?” Finn said sarcastically, not really expecting an answer.
I decided to give him one anyway, “if I knew who they were I would tell you that I was going to take care of the problem immediately. We don’t tolerate this type of behavior.” I told him seriously.
He looked me in the eyes and slowly nodded. “I do believe that.” He said softly and then cleared his throat.
“The paw prints have to go,” I told him. “That’s non-negotiable.”
“I figured as much,” he murmured.
I quickly grabbed a towel off the rack, sprinkled some water down on the floor where the prints were, and smeared them. I looked at my work, it looked like the intruder had grabbed the towel to clean up and left it there, the paw prints were unrecognizable.
“You have three minutes,” Finn told me in his gruff voice, glancing at his phone. “CSI is on their way and will shit bricks if they see a civilian.”
I nodded. “I just need to walk through the house and get the rest of the scents.” I headed towards the door but glanced down at the booties, I would track blood all over the house if I didn’t take these off.
Finn read my mind and pulled another pair out of his pocket. I quickly switched clean ones out for the dirty, careful not to get blood on the clean pair. I folded up the old pair inside out so no blood was going to get on anything and shoved them in my pocket. I didn’t want to leave any evidence of myself at the crime scene.
I very quickly worked through the rest of the house. I found the scents of four wolves in total, two of them had s
The only other interesting scent I found was the very faint scent of a female. It seemed like she hadn’t been here for at least a week but her scent was on some of the furniture and also in one of the bedrooms upstairs.
I got lucky when I opened the coat closet on my way out. Deep in the back of the closet was a hoodie with her scent on it. I inhaled deeply, it was definitely the scent of a young, female wolf. There was one long blond hair trapped on the inside of the hoodie. I examined the root of the hair- that looked blond as well. Naturally blond wolves were rare, so that would help us track her down.
This made the mystery even more intriguing.
It was possible that the male wolves had tracked the female here. Did she try to run away from her pack? Was this her father or brothers that had come to drag her back home? What was the older woman’s role in this? She was human, but did she help the female to escape or was she hiding the female from her family?
The most likely scenario was that the human knew where the female wolf was hiding and refused to give up the info. Did the men manage to get the location out of her before she died? Where was the female wolf? She had not been in the house for around a week.
As much as I hated to admit it, this wasn’t an unusual scenario. Females were becoming more and more rare with every generation. Packs kept their females close, some packs treated them like queens but others treated them like prisoners or brood mares.
Females who were treated badly sometimes tried to run, but it never ended well for anyone involved. Sometimes the female would be snatched up by another pack and war would break out between the two packs so that the council had to step in and settle the dispute. Humans would sometimes get caught in the crossfire, and the council would have to be notified to send a cleanup crew.
Finn practically shoved me out the back door when we heard a van pull up out front. I wanted to keep going through the house to see if I could find anything with the female’s prints on them, but that would have to wait until I could come back to the house later and did a more in depth investigation.
For now, I just texted Austin and Cody that we needed a meeting ASAP. I decided to stop to pick up coffee and breakfast for the three of us while I was out.
I sighed and then decided to pick something up for all six of us, I’d even get the little shitheads some extra bacon. It was going to be a rough day.
I needed to brief Cody and Austin on the situation, activate the clean-up protocol, get Caleb started on investigating these mystery wolves to see what pack we were dealing with, and follow up with my own investigation.
I glanced again at the hoodie on my passenger seat and sighed. Having a female involved was going to make this more complicated.
Austin was going to want to save her, Cody was going to want to sleep with her, the twins were going to want to torment her until she ran away screaming, and the rest of the pack was going to want to stay far away from her until the dust settled. And me? I fought the urge to grab the hoodie and take another deep breath of her scent. It was best if I stayed away from her altogether.
Chapter 2
Cody
I had gotten the first text from James this morning about halfway through my morning run on the beach.
Got a call from PD, one of ours a suspect, details to follow. I groaned.
C’mon guys, what now? I thought to myself.
We had a really good group of guys here in the pack but we were still a hot-headed group of male wolves. Occasionally someone would get picked up for being drunk in public, or getting in a bar fight, or very rarely- for public nudity. James had contacts in the police departments that covered our portion of Virginia. That allowed him to keep a lid on any trouble our guys might cause and give us a chance to deal with it swiftly and keep us out of the public eye.
Austin was doing a great job of keeping the pack in line, but a lot of our guys were having a difficult time adjusting to pack life from their previous lone wolf lives. There were some pack members who initially interpreted Austin’s more laid back and less violent leadership style as weak. The whole pack quickly learned the error of their ways and some of those wolves were no longer with us.
I was proud to be a part of this pack and I was a strong believer in what Austin was trying to accomplish here. Austin was trying to bring our world into modern times and show everyone that we did not need to be ruled by violence and instincts. My part in the pack was to connect pack leadership with the rest of the pack. I made sure everyone understood what Austin wanted and shepherded the guys in the right direction. My job was also to make sure all our pack members were taken care of.
I made sure each one of our guys had a home, a job, and they stayed connected to the pack. A lot of our guys were veterans and we had to look out for each other.
Austin’s vision for the pack was a band of brothers, brought together in common goal. I made sure each one of our pack members knew who they could turn to when they needed to reach out for help or just to feel like they weren’t alone in the world.
On my way back towards the house, I thought about which one of our pack members could be causing problems. The last time anyone had been in trouble with the police was over two months ago. One of our newer recruits had gotten into a bar fight and the police were called.
James had worked his magic to keep Mike out of jail and Austin had him move in with Trevor and a bunch of the guys. Now that Mike had a bunch of buddies around he didn’t need, or want, to go out drinking and starting fights.
Trevor had his guys on a PT routine so they got out most of their frustrations and excess energy out through workouts instead of violence. Those guys also had a pretty tight knit support group; they were friends as well as roommates, coworkers, and training buddies.
One of the reasons Austin had purchased a kick ass mansion as pack headquarters was to give the guys a safe place to let loose. Austin chose a house with a theater, pool, indoor and outdoor bars, and had put in a pool table, darts, and made sure there was always a table for poker.
A lot of the guys were still nervous about letting loose around authority figures in the pack. Most of the wolves who ended up in our pack were here because they had left their own packs because of abuse or bad experiences with barbaric pack practices.
I think Austin was a little hurt and disappointed that the house was empty most of the time. I told him he just needed to give everyone more time. The guys would warm up eventually and we would become closer as time went on.
It was a good thirty minutes until I made it back to the house and I checked my phone again as I stretched. James was on his way back and wanted a meeting. I sighed, it was going to be a long day dealing with whomever had caused this.
I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in whoever it was but also disappointed in myself. If one of my guys was feeling the need to act out, I should have seen this coming. I should have been there for whomever it was.
I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge on my way back upstairs to shower and get dressed for the morning. I gulped my cold water down before I ran up the stairs. I met Austin coming out of his room. “Have you talked to James?” He asked me.
I shook my head in the negative. “But he’s on his way back, he’ll probably bring food.” I told him hopefully.
James acted like a hard-ass most of the time, but deep down he loved Austin and this pack as much as I did. He would never admit it but I knew he even loved the twins the same way I did- like little brothers.
Austin just looked serious. “Any idea who this is?” He asked me.
I shook my head in disappointment and shame.
“Hey,” Austin reached out for my shoulder and made me look up to meet his gaze. “Whatever happened, this is not on you.”
I sighed and avoided his eyes when I nodded.
Austin saw right through me. “Whatever happened we will work through this as a pack. We’ll find out what happened and work on a plan to prevent future incidents. We are all brothers here, we just need to get all of the guys to realize it.”
I gave Austin a small smile after the pep talk, he was right. I couldn’t wallow in whatever had gone wrong I needed to look at what I could do to help the guys out now and for the future.
