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Bastien had just stepped out of the convenience store and was headed for his bike when Grisham spotted him. He narrowed his eyes on the stranger at the abruptness of his approach. Something about the man had his hackles up so to speak. "What is it? I don't have time for groupies," Bastien...

"Shit, kid," Baron replied. "You don't do anything half-assed do you?" When Xandre rudely visited... What was Xandre doing paying Aimee visits? The thought perturbed him enough to make a note to follow up on it later. Baron was still feeling out of sorts with the lost time. He was accustomed...

It was to the old abandoned rail yard that Bastien had taken Ethan too. Though as Ethan would quickly learn, it wasn't as abandoned as it was believed. There was a lot of signs of recent activity and along the side of one building was a stack of supply crates, lumber, and cement blocks. Perhaps...

"There's plenty of spare clothes at the infirmary for now," Desmond answered. "All your own belongings are in storage. We would 'ave gotten more things ready for ye, but we're a bit short on vehicles and people to drive them. Lark 'as been takin' care of your bikes for ye though. The shower room...

"Probably, but you're hardly the only person to have made shitty choices," Baron pointed out. He was quiet for a bit as he thought on the rest of her words. "Alcohol induced psychosis. Your father suffered from it before he gave up drinking," Baron said with a frown. "Your mother tried to get...

"I think he did," Baron answered. "He wasn't always lost in alcohol." He paused and looked at her. "I could give you a dozen reasons into why we did it," he told her. "But they won't much change what was done. And no, she wasn't just a human." He sighed. "My son was born around the same...

Desmond stood back up, and once it seemed clear that Ziessel had a handle on herself he turned his attention back to the group. Ziessel's question drew out an awkward cough from Desmond. "Ah, yeah, about that. I can get you up to speed on our records when we're done 'ere." He didn't elaborate...

Desmond gave a nod to Rhetta, acknowledging her words for later. Ziessel was the more immediate concern however. He crouched in front of her, looking at her intently. The others where speaking, but he suspected they would just be empty words. Empty words blown away in the wind against such raw...

"Rowan killed Jacques before we got to him," Desmond answered. "Ragenard took Rowan out." He sighed then at Ziessel's demand for names. It had to be done. "Renard, Marc, Carlisle, Christian, Ulrich, Camille, Nieve, Graham, Thomas, Ginny, Salem, Noel, Gia, and Jean-Pierre..." As the list grew...

Baron nodded, seeming to accept her words as he indicated for her to follow as they continued on their way. "Your mother wasn't pack," Baron began. "And your father had become an alcoholic, a violent one. Maybe if we had excommunicated him back then, none of this other shit would have...

"Yeah well, we thought we were doing you a favor letting you distance yourself from Jacques and the pack," Baron answered. "We should have put more pressure on you to move back to Lupaix too. You weren't prepared for what went down. You weren't responsible for that. But you are responsible for...

Desmond entered a few minutes later, without Bastien who was presumably now on guard duty. His grim expression spoke of what was to come. There were some things even Desmond didn't make light of. And the dead was one of them. He rubbed at the back of his neck as he mulled over his words before...

Baron reacted with startling speed and his hand closed around the barrel of the gun. With its trajectory now controlled he smoothly disarmed her, though not before the gun went off. The likelihood that the kid was packing silvered bullets wasn't particularly high, but that didn't mean it was...

He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out. "Come on then, we can talk while we walk," he told her as he led the way off road. With it so early in spring, the going was easy, with little in the way of underbrush to slow them down. "You ask anyone in the pack about your mother, they will all...

Baby? It took Bastien a moment to realize she meant Sophia. Sophia had been just a baby when Rhetta got put away, hadn't she... Had it really been that long already? "She's in Iveria, with Vanessa. We got her out of the city when things..." he trailed off. "Desmond will get you filled in when...

"You will have to wait until Baron brings my truck back for that," Bastien said to Rhetta before frowning. "Wait, Desmond... you said he had car trouble? Please tell me not the kind of trouble he got his truck into." "He didn't say," Desmond answered with a grin. "But I'll let ye know if I hear...

"It's about you, Jacques, your mother, the pack, and a lot of shit that shouldn't have been kept from you," Baron said with an edge to his words. "Your mother wasn't killed by the JCs," he explained. He took another drag on the cigarette as he mulled over his words. You would think a two hour...

"Let's just say there weren't a lot o' people linin' up to get punched in the face by Ragenard," Desmond said to Rhetta by way of explaining his newly appointed position. "I think it's a requirement o' his," he added with a wink. His easy-going nature showed through smoothly. "Crazy-ass son of...

"Have you ever wondered why no one ever talked about her?" Baron asked. "Not Jacques, not anyone?"

Desmond stood waiting in the lot outside of the Lutetian Penitentiary. He hadn't yet met Rhetta and Ziessel personally, but they would be expecting someone from the pack and he and the others would be easily identifiable by their Bloodstone patches. The Lupus Regent patch marked Desmond out as...