Captain Kurtrick “Kip” Wolk-son walked into the little bar and diner. The lights were at a level that did not hurt his sight, but allowed him to see through out the room. He saw his team sitting in a corner, backs to the wall watching over the other patrons. They had not noticed him yet, but he knew they soon would. How they would accept the upcoming assignment he didn’t have to ask. How they would accept him in the civilian world, he had yet to ask.

Kip tilted his head, a scent wafting through the perfume of a bar full of shifters, caught his attention. He knew that scent, had smelled it a few years ago. His wolf woke up, raised its head, Mate! Looking around, giving no outward sign he looked the bar patrons over, he did not see who went with that smell, though honestly he would only know the owner in wolf form.

Drew hid in the kitchen, his wolf begging to go back out and roll on the owner of that scent. He had seen Kip before the man had realized he was there and hid in his kitchen. This was his bar and he was hiding. His wolf side said get out there, his human side said “no way in hell”. The man was military. He did not want military leading his pack, how would a macho military Alfa show the lesser wolves and assorted shifters he had allowed on his land compassion? He already had his brother and his team coming back from the military, but they were the enforcers, the protectors. The ones who needed to be military trained. His Alfa needed to be compassionate, put the pack first. Take time out of a busy schedule to put the little ones at ease, how could a trained killer do this?

Drew needed to leave before the man/wolf started looking for him. Turning he saw Bobby, “Tell my brother I had to leave really quick. But make sure you don’t smell like me before you do.”

“Okay boss.” Bobby watched Drew leave and then went to tell his brother. What he hadn’t expected was almost 7 feet of Alpha-male in his face.

“Where is my mate?”

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