The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

3rd Person

In the end it was a good thing that Jane collapsed into Ethan’s arms, because if he hadn’t been occupied with comforting her, he probably would have killed the investigator. “Where did they go? Where would she take them?” He demanded, his harsh voice as far a cry from his tender treatment of Jane as possible. He rubbed her back and k!ssed her hair, all the while snarling threats and demands at the pale-faced man behind them.

“I don’t know!” The former detective exclaimed in a panic. “I swear they were here when I left. Eve must have known I was going to turn her in, she must have moved them.”

“Call it in.” Ethan ordered the police Commander, who hovered just behind his ex-employee as if he expected him to make a run for it. “I want every tracker on the force out here, now.” Glaring at the investigator, he pressed. “You have no idea where she would go?

Other hideouts? Escape plans? Even the smallest hint could help.”

“If l knew l would tell you.” The detective insisted.

I don’t know anything.”

Smothering his frustration, the Alpha looked down at Jane as she wept inconsolably into his collar.”Janey, look at me” He instructed, unsurprised when she did no such thing. “I need to find their trail” He explained regretfully, “I have to leave you for a little while.”

“No!” Jane argued, his words jolting her out of her despair. “I’ll go with you, we’ll have a better chance of finding them if we’re together.”

He nodded, not wanting to let her out of his sight anyway, and understanding her need to help. “Do you know which way Eve brought them in?” Ethan questioned the investigator.

“Probably the same way we did” He shared, shrugging. “She was coming from the same place after all.”

Ethan nodded, scenting the air around them. The pups’scent was trailing off down the street in the opposite direction, and his pulse spiked as the first stage of the chase commenced. In some ways it was no different from tracking a deer in the woods or some faceless foe- at the end of the day a hunt was a hunt.

However this time was more important than any hunt he’d ever taken part in before. His entire world was on the line if he failed, and the adrenaline pumping through his veins was stronger than any he’d ever felt.

He growled, taking Jane by the hand and leading her

to the commander, “But take him

was told, absconding with the detective before they’d even rounded the corner. He had no idea how far Eve might have taken them, but he knew every

wolves will be better at this than we

bothering to strip off her clothes and simply shredding them as her wolf burst out. Ethan did the same, and together they broke into a trot, their noses pressed to the cold ground. After a few blocks they came to a series

blend of waste, decay and Eve. Further, there was a smear of blood on the pavement Ethan was certain belonged to the horrible she-wolf. Blinking at his mate, he didn’t know whether to be more agitated or hopeful by the idea the pups might have gotten away. He didn’t want them

her weight into the Alpha, clearly thinking the same

Parker squinted into the darkness,

away from Eve that they’d fled without any thought or plan. Even if they had been able to plan a route, they didn’t know where they

do?” Paisley asked anxiously, her slight limbs

should ask someone for help.” Ryder suggested, sounding far more confident than

were easier said than done in their current predicament: stay put, stay together,

able to find anyone who fit Jane’s criteria for trustworthiness. No parents were taking their pups out this late at night, and no businesses were open either. “We should stay here and wait

stay here Eve might find us, she’s prolly tracking our

we get back?” Riley responded. “I don’t have any idea where we are.

of the city” She answered sadly,

spoke, rustling footsteps sounded from somewhere deeper in the narrow passage. “Wait,

then, and the frightened pups huddled close together. “It’s behind

taking his sister’s hands, “We have

furry burst out of the darkness and darted past them, making all four pups yelp in surprise. It was only a raccoon, a huge raccoon made fat by feasting nightly in

out of the alley and into the dimly lit thoroughfare, they were met by the towering figures of

muscular arms inked heavily with swirling black tattoos, their faces and hands bore scars from fighting, and all three wore the haggard expressions of men who had led very rough

frightening figures blocked the pups’ path completely, and the man in the middle offered them a smile – at least, that’s what they thought it was. In practice it looked far more like a grimace. “Hello there, what are you little