possibility, Jasmine, great job,” Damen stated.
Jasmine rolled her chair toward Damen and stood, toe-to-toe with him. “Did you just tell me I did something good?” Dir stepped over and placed his arms around her waist, drawing her backside against his front.
“Jaz, this isn’t the time or place to get into it with Damen.” Dir slid his hands higher and palmed her breasts.
“I feel the tension.” Damen smiled. A smile Olivia believed might melt mountain caps of snow into tsunamis. “Get it out of your system, Jasmine.”
“I’m not getting it out of my…” Jasmine gasped as Dir pinched her nipples through her shirt. “…system,” Jasmine peeled out on a whispered breath. She slapped Dir’s hands away and stared at Damen. “It’s simmering a bit longer and when it boils over, take heed of your junk. You deserve whatever happens, that’s all I’m sayin’ right now.”
Dir hauled her back to the office chair and plunked her down, leaving Damen open-mouthed.
Damen’s face went from shocked to curious. “This isn’t about what happened in the airport over a month ago, is it?”
Jasmine jumped up from the chair and Dir gripped her by the waist and sat her back down.
“Show us some satellite pictures of the Westlyn pack commune. We’re all depending on your expertise, Jazzy,” Dir whispered loud enough that Olivia heard, and she imagined the others did also. Acute hearing came in handy a lot lately.
Trevor and Jase stepped closer, staring at the computer screen, while Damen stayed back. Olivia thought it funny Damen knew not to press it. Jasmine remained upset over her last undercover operation at Dr. Linden’s lab in England. It happened on her way home and Damen barely made it to the airport in time. Jasmine ended up handcuffed and led away by airport security. Someone switched out Jasmine’s bag of goods in the short time she was preoccupied. She lost the Total Eclipse and Full Moon compounds. Olivia recalled Jasmine’s temper as she walked into their home facility, safely returned from England. She attempted to explain it to Chance while he talked on the phone with Damen.
Jasmine’s temper flared that day similar to Chance’s exhibition a few minutes ago, even though not in the same velocity, it contained the same initial fury. Olivia sensed the tension, the instant explosion, and wondered if all Lycan came with short fuses. She almost lost it herself moments before she realized.
“Here.” Jasmine pointed at the screen.
“Set it on the large screen.” Jase walked over and powered up the flat wall screen. Trees, tall hills, maybe even mountainous, some big body of water in the mix, and then as Jasmine scanned in another direction Olivia saw buildings dot an open area. It looked like a small play village with a bigger-sized structure, like a town hall, in the center surrounded by smaller square buildings. Perception was difficult for realizing actual size, until Jasmine zoomed in.
“Oh my gods, is that him?” Jasmine zoomed in farther, over snow-covered ground until the screen settled on one walking man with a side of his head deformed and bald, the rest covered in strings of long dark hair blowing in the breeze.
Olivia gasped, her face burned, and her heart banged so hard it shook her body. Something untamed took hold of her, like it had a short time ago. What was happening to her? Jasmine jumped from her chair and bounded over.
“Deep breaths, Olivia. Close your eyes and think of Chance. We can’t have you shifting again until…”
Olivia’s eyes flew open, her body shaking so hard her teeth chattered. “Until, what?”
“Until you receive official permission in a signed document from the seven Lycan Elders. It states the date you shifted and who performed your blood ritual,” Damen said and stepped closer, but didn’t touch her. “Every Lycan must have one or they are considered rogues without a pack. Rogues are never a good thing within the Lycan race. They