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now knows about the shifter ring. If they
don’t successfully eliminate any additional rings do I have the
grounds to step in?” I asked.
    Grams scoffed, “Since when do you need
grounds? Besides it could be over, this might be the only one.”
    Smiling, I answered, “Valid, it just doesn’t
feel over. It was far too organized, too well hidden, although I
want to be wrong.”
    Grams was silent for a moment before
answering, “As do I. I will notify Logan’s secretary in writing and
human law enforcement regarding the issue.”
    “Thanks Grams. I’m leaving soon,” I said.
    “That’s good, Tommy has been kicking all of
our asses on his new game. It’s about time he had fresh meat,” she
said, ending the call.
    I smiled, staring at the blank screen.
    Dean was at the small table putting the first
aid kit back together my forearm having healed sufficiently. “So
you are leaving?” He asked leaning against the table his arms
crossed.
    “Yep,” I said, unsure what caused his sudden
defensive manner, I had enough of my own issues.
    “Do you want to know why all those alpha’s
were waiting outside your cell?” Dean asked angry.
    I sighed, “Why?”
    He took a step towards me, “They were hoping
you might become a shifter so that they could claim you as their
own.”
    I looked at him as understanding slowly
dawned on me. Logan was the master alpha of the entire United
States. Under him there were four master beta’s that were in charge
of each point on the compass and below those were individual animal
packs. If I had turned today, depending on what animal I turned
into, one of the alphas could have claimed me as part of their pack
and I would be a huge asset and liability.
    I blew out a breath, “I can’t be turned,” I
said, standing gathering my belongings into my trusty military
grade duffle bag.
    Dean was still angry and I chose to ignore
it. “That’s too bad,” he said, picking up the first aid kit and
stopping by the door about to say something else. “Your eyes were
black.” Before he turned and slammed the door behind him.
    Black, that was interesting.
    Blowing out a breath, I was thankful my
Supernatural Council didn’t have to watch over the shifter packs.
The original design of the council was to protect those sups who
didn’t have a clan strong enough to protect them, than some idiot
let a vampire run the show.
    That was a mistake of epic proportions.
However, it was one I fixed. It was a bloody, long, road, but it
was what I did best, killing. It was what I was bred for. I shook
off those memories, throwing my bag over my shoulder and out the
open door, stomping up the basement steps.
    “She’s a demon,” Logan bellowed as I graced
the living room. His back was to me but every other face was
towards me. I hated being called that, even if they might be
right.
    I didn’t bother answering him and just moved
towards the door, all eyes tracking me. I made it to and out the
door when someone called. “Is it true? Is your friend is pregnant
with a demon?”
    I stiffened. How dare he speak of his
sister-in-law that way! I thought. I turned in the open doorway.
“No.”
    The glare I leveled at Logan had a slight
twitch of my lip. I was fighting the urge to snarl and lunge at his
jugular. I wanted to tell him never to speak of one of my kind that
way and that I was not above removing his tongue. I knew, however
that if I disgraced him in front of his alphas and their mates, I
was going to have to battle him to the death. I really didn’t want
to kill him, at least not today.
    Logan lifted his head, acknowledging I wasn’t
breaking the eye contact with him, which was the fastest way to
piss off an alpha before I turned and stormed out the door to my
car.
    There was so much I wanted to say. How
pathetic it was he put me down as I delivered his shifters from
suffering. Fucker, I thought, slamming my duffle bag in the back
seat.
    “Olivia.” Logan’s voice boomed from the door.
Clenching my