Claiming Treasure
Consultant

Colletta Grimes’ POV

Cascade Pack House

The impromptu get-together wasn’t a surprise to the Packs, as supporting Carson in his time of loss. After all, a human bitten by a werewolf was ALWAYS fatal. His family and their mates gathered in his office, along with allied Alphas on Rori’s side. Heather was sitting next to Carson’s chair, her head in his lap as he scratched her ears. “She looks good like this,” I told her as I came in with Frank.

“She’s beautiful,” Carson agreed. He had taught her how to mind-link, and she had been introduced to the Pack at breakfast this morning. She hadn’t marked Carson back yet, but that would happen after she got her strength back. I still couldn’t believe her babies had come through her first shift.

Beta Angelina came into the office; she was still healing from her injuries, just like Carson, but both were able to move around now. “We’ve got company, Alpha,” she said. There was a security computer laptop in the office; turning it on and switching the 80-inch LED screen on the wall, Angelina brought up a camera feed. “West entrance, just down the road to the west,” she said. The surveillance cameras were new, bought with some of the money Carson had received for helping take down the Sons of Tezcatlipoca warehouse in Los Angeles. It was state-of-the-art technology, but the rollout so far was taking time. Carson’s team had placed cameras near the entry roads and Pack House, plus the public roads leading to and from them. It was going to take months to extend the electronic surveillance perimeter around the rest of the territory, including the area near Triple Falls, where the attack had taken place.

“What do you have?”

“Three vehicles parked here. The lead vehicle with trailer has a driver, looks like four each in the two SUVs behind it.”

“That’s not a big deal, could be hikers,” Sawyer said.

She moved the camera, panning up the hillside and zooming in on the two camouflaged men heading to the top. The zoom was enough to make out their rifles. “Bolt-action sniper rifle and an AR-15,” Frank said. “What’s up that hill?”

“From the top of that hill, they overlook the entrance,” Angelina said. “We almost put a camera up there.”

Frank nodded. “What have you done in response?”

“We’re sending men and cars to that entrance. We’re assuming hostile, so we’re bringing noncombatants to the safe room. The two wolves on patrol in that sector have been sent to the top of the hill to observe and report. They have packs and pistols with them, so if these guys are human, they’ll move them along. We get poachers up here occasionally.”

“Go down and look at the vehicles again,” I said. Angelina zoomed in on the lead.

“That’s our trailer,” Rori said. “And our truck. I bet that’s Vic, bringing Heather her stuff.” Heater lifted her head and licked Carson’s hand, her tail whapping on the ground.

“Who are the others, then?”

“Human friends. He’s probably not sure of the reception he’ll get,” I replied.

“Good, you can give him the bag,” Rori said as she looked over to the corner.

“Give Vic some units of blood,” Chase said. Everyone looked at him funny. “We had planned to let Vic change her when the rules changed, and she wasn’t pregnant. Heather just proved that Mom and baby should survive a bite if they get werewolf blood in time. If Vic has the blood, he can keep her alive until one of our Packs can help.”

“I’ve instructed Doc Myers to put it together with the IV and instructions,” Carson said. “I’m going to meet Vic and get Heather’s stuff.”

“Too bad she can’t ride her Harley until she gives birth,” Rori said with a smile.

“At least she’ll have it here. Come on, love, let’s go say hello.” He grabbed the bag and left with Beta Angelina behind him and Heather trotting alongside, her tail wagging furiously back and forth.

He hadn’t been gone two minutes when his phone rang. The Caller ID was from the Council. I picked it up. “Alpha Carson Nygaard’s office, this is Colletta,” I said.

“Ah, Colletta, this is Chairman Coffey. I need to speak to Alpha Carson.”

I bet he did. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chairman, but Alpha Carson is running it out on the territory. He’s not responding to us yet.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I suppose it’s expected to go off the rails after the loss of a loved one,” Coffey said.

“Yes, his family has rallied around him. Can I take a message?”

“Please let the Alpha know that we are watching him. I shouldn’t have to remind him that aiding and abetting a Council fugitive is grounds for removal and imprisonment,” he said gravely.

“I assume you are passing this same warning along to all the Alphas? Or are you singling out Carson for some reason?” I was getting a little pissed.

“I already warned all the Packs, but your son doesn’t always listen now, does he?”

“I will pass the warning along, Mr. Chairman. I’m sure he’ll give it due consideration.” What I really wanted to do was reach through the phone and strangle him. Frank could feel my anger and pulled me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around me.

“You do that, Miss Nygaard.” He hung up.

“Asshole couldn’t even call me Luna,” I said.

“Well, he can’t call you Mrs. Grimes because we’re keeping that secret,” Frank said as he pulled me to his side. “I caught the gist of it. You should warn Carson the Council may have spies out there too.”

I passed the warning along to Carson, who was pulling away in a truck. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not letting him on my Pack lands, and I’m not giving him anything that isn’t his.”

Sawyer broke in. “They might have spies beyond our borders, so better safe than sorry. When he’s gone, call the Council and report he left the SUV and trailer with Heather’s stuff at your Pack border. You couldn’t do anything about it because he had humans backing him up.”

“Good idea, bro. Gotta go, we’re almost there.”

Frank pushed me to my feet. “We should be going soon, love. The plane will be ready to leave in an hour for Washington.”

“Good time to leave, I suppose. Rori, we’ll see if we can replace some answers about your grandfather.” It took a few minutes to say our goodbyes, and the Omegas had already put our luggage in the car they were driving us in. Carson updated us on the exchange with Vic before we were out of range.

The pilots were almost ready to go as our luggage was loaded. Frank followed the pilot around on his preflight; he was looking, and more importantly smelling, everywhere as we did. He didn’t want another bomb on a flight involving our family. He didn't linger any I joined Colletta in the seats as the pilot closed the door and moved to the cockpit. “Everything good,” I asked.

“Now it is,” Frank said as he took my hand in his. Once we were up at cruising altitude, he took off my seatbelt and pulled me into his lap. “Take those clothes off, mate. We only have a few hours, and I’m not wasting a minute of it,” he said.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“No, but I’m not changing my plans for you.”

I smiled and pulled my sweater over my head, tossing it into an empty seat. My bra quickly followed as he unbuttoned my jeans and moved his hand inside. I moaned as his fingers pressed against my wet lips. He worked a finger in while he sucked on each nipple in turn. I was unbuttoning his shirt as my excitement built. The first of my orgasms surged through me as his fingers played me like a fiddle.

When I caught my breath, I got off his lap and removed my boots, followed by my jeans and panties. “My turn,” I said as he sat up. I helped pull his shirt off and tossed it with my clothes before I pulled his dress pants and boxers down to his shoes. His cock was hard and reaching towards me as I removed his shoes and pants. We were both down to our socks as I knelt between his legs. “Hands off,” I told him. “I need to take the edge off.”

He moaned and threw his head back as I leaned forward and took his bulbous head into my mouth. I stayed high for a time, swirling my tongue around the frenulum before popping off and licking up and down his length. When I finally took him deep, he gripped the armrests hard as he fought to avoid cumming quickly. I looked up at him and smirked as I took a breath; if he thought he could make this last, he was wrong. I took him deep a few more times, swallowing around him as he pushed into my throat.

I came off him, jacking his hard length for a moment while I caught my breath. I reached forward, swiping up the drop of precum on the tip with my long tongue. “Mmmm,” I said. “I need more.”

“Oh God,” he said as I took him deep again. I could feel him getting closer, and as he fought to hold out, I pushed a wet finger into his ass and started rubbing his prostate. “FUCK! OH GOD, COLLETTA,” he said as his balls began firing jets of cum into my mouth. I sealed my lips around the head, swallowing furiously to keep up as he filled my mouth with pulse after pulse of his warm seed.

I managed to get it all, even though my cheeks billowed out like a squirrel at one point. I opened my mouth to show Frank it was gone. “Tasty good,” I said as I sat back on my heels with a smile. “Hopefully you’ll last long enough for me to have some fun now.”

He lowered the seats back, then pushed the armrests out of the way before pulling me up again. “I guess I need to up my game then.” I crawled onto the seat, straddling his legs. I squealed a little when his strong arms lifted me and spun me around until my thighs were astride his face, and my chest was pulled down to his. I tried to squirm away, but Frank was much stronger since the change. Having manhandled me into position, he held me tight to him. My wolf and I loved how our mate dominated us in bed.

“FRANK!” My legs were hanging free behind the seat as he pulled me down to him. I squealed again as he lifted me until his tongue plunged into my hot sex. I was so close that it only took him seconds for him to set me off again, my legs shaking in the air as his hands held me in place. He ate me through two more as I settled into a 69 position, bringing his cock back to readiness. “Let me at it,” I said.

He helped me move down his body as I straddled his hips, holding his cock in place as I settled down on it. “Oh yeah, SOOOO good,” Frank said as I took all of that hard shaft in me. I started to ride him reverse-cowgirl style, slow and steady. I’d drop down fast, wiggle my hips, then grip him with my velvety depths as I slowly pulled him back out. It felt marvelous to tease him like this.

I kept the tease going a bit too long. I heard the loud smack a second before my mind recognized that he’d spanked my ass hard; the pain set off another orgasm. “Giddyup,” Frank said as he grabbed my long hair with his left hand and smacked my ass again with his right. I started moving faster as he kept spanking me. He drove me to go faster until my hips were a blur, and the liquid squelch of my sex filled the fuselage. “Ready to cum?”

I could barely talk as I braced myself with my hands on the ceiling. “Almost,” I moaned out.

He let go of my hair as his hands moved to my boobs. He pinched both of my nipples hard as he lifted me with his hips, and that was all it took. I screamed my release as my body tensed, and the sensations exploded inside of me.

Franks pulled me back to his chest as I came down from the high. It took a minute to think straight, and another to catch my breath. “Holy shit,” I finally said. His fingers were already delving between my swollen lips. “Not again,” I said.

“Two hours of flight time left,” he whispered into my ear.

And he used almost all of it. I was a mess as I cleaned myself up in the small bathroom, using a wet paper towel to wipe the fluids off my legs and body. I traded places with Frank, and we both finished dressing again right as the fasten seatbelt light came on. “You think the pilots know what happened back here,” I asked.

“You don’t have to be a wolf to smell the sex back here,” he said. “Thank God the seats are leather and not fabric.”

An FBI agent met us at the airport and drove us to the J. Edgar Hoover building on Pennsylvania Avenue. The building wasn’t busy on the weekend, and after getting through security, we were on our way up to the Director’s office. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Director Patterson,” I said as we walked through the door.

“My pleasure,” he said. “Mr. Grimes, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“My wife and I have a problem,” he said as he took my hand. “We’re both aware of what she is,” he continued as Hugh’s mouth opened in shock.

“An active investigation is overlapping with some of our people,” I said. “You’re aware of the private jet that was recovered this past week in Lake Michigan?”

“I am. We have evidence it was a bomb, but not any leads on who did it,” Hugh said as he sat back down.

“We believe the target of the bomb was Charles Smith, the grandfather of Rori King,” I said. “Charles was in a powerful position for us, one of two North American members of the five-member Werewolf Council. It is that Council that rules the Alphas and the Packs.”

“Who would kill him?”

“The usual suspect is the one with the most to gain from his death,” Frank said. “When the plane went down, the North American Alphas elected Nathan Kirk in his place. He’s a close ally of the Chairman, Jack Coffey.”

“Do you have any proof?”

“Not yet,” I said. “However, there was another bombing attempt in Canada recently. Rori’s sister in law, Coral Sexson, had chartered a plane. During preflight checks, the pilot discovered an explosive device. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police are investigating. We think these are connected, and the same people are behind both.”

“You think werewolves are bombing planes?”

“No,” Frank said. “Coral detected no wolf smells in the area. We believe they have hired someone to do the work, but the targets are our kind.”

He wrote down a note. “Our investigation will reach out to the RCMP immediately,” he said. “The explosive residue evidence has not been released yet.”

“This is where our favor comes in,” I said. “We want to replace the killers, but we know the trail is going to lead back to our kind. We need to replace justice without our secret coming out. We’d like you to make Frank a part of the investigation.”

“You’re DEA still?”

“No, I’m retired now. I don’t care about rank or pay. We need you to bring me on as an unpaid consultant or something. I need access to the investigation, and I can assist when it starts crossing over into our kind.”

He leaned back in his chair. “I can’t condone vigilantism. We have to follow the evidence and arrest the suspects.”

“That’s not my call,” Frank said. “You need to understand that we have a separate justice system, in place for centuries, along with a distrust of human institutions. I’m far from the top of this system, but I will do what I can.”

“They will not escape justice,” I promised. “Werewolf justice for this is death, no appeal, and no delay.”

He thought about it for a moment. “I need something in return,” he said. I lifted an eyebrow. “Your kind has the same senses as wild wolves? Wolf night vision, sense of smell, and speed, while retaining your human intelligence?” I nodded. “There are other investigations or situations where I believe your specific talents could be helpful. Homeland security, Presidential protection, even search and rescue. I want to be able to call on you, Colletta, for such assistance when it is needed.”

“We have used Pack members like this, usually smaller females who can pass for hybrid dogs. They are better than any service animal you’d ever train.” I smiled as I thought back to how Chase had used them in Orlando, helping to take down the Sons and their attack. “They would be teams of dogs and handlers. We would decline offensive operations, but we would be able to support other functions at times. I would expect right of refusal, and the teams should receive compensation for their time; we are not Federal employees, after all.”

“I wouldn’t mind if some WOULD apply. We could use you.”

“I can’t see that happening unless our nature was known and accepted,” I said. “It’s too risky otherwise.”

“Fine. I’ll take what I can for now. I’ll give you a letter designating you as an observer for the investigation, with full access. I expect you’ll help the investigation along where possible.”

“Thank you, Mr. Director,” I said. Three hours later, letter in hand, we were on our way to the Chicago Field Office, and the RCMP had shared data with the FBI.