Waking up from their post sex nap; Eric, Spencer and Frieda each help each other up. With a smile on their muzzles and a rumble in their guts; the three young were’s leave the reading room to see the entire common area of the council building in chaos.
“I wonder what happened,” Eric staring out into the mad crowd.
“Perhaps the council is on break,” Frieda shrugging her shoulders.
“Let’s get some food first,” Spencer speaking up; “then we can bandy about why everyone is running around like headless chickens.”
“Is that how we look like to you three?”
Eric, Spencer and Frieda turn around to see Frieda’s uncle approach them. The black furred were-panther staring at his niece; a grey furred were-panthress with russet red highlights and her friends. Eric next to Frieda; him being a pure white were-panther with only the barest hint of brown fur on his head. Spencer Lawson a werewolf/panther/feline hybrid with black fur. Seeing their green eyes looking at him curiously; Lance is unsure of what to say.
“Well what the hell is going on Uncle,” Frieda asking; “Council break?”
“Don’t you know,” Lance asking; “what have you three been doing for the past few hours?”
“We had a little celebratory fun,” Frieda grinning.
“I overheard some of the council members talking as I was leaving the council chambers from testifying,” Eric grinning; “What I heard was good news for me and Frieda.”
“Oh you heard all that,” Lance answering.
“Well these panther ears on the top of my head aren’t just for show,” Eric responding; “despite most of the council trying to whisper, I did hear Guilty being muttered.”
“So you three,” Lance putting the pieces together and smelling the scent of sex off them; “were rutting nonstop the entire time?”
“No,” Frieda smiling; “we just woke up from a post sex nap and went to get some food.”
******
As Benton and Amanda went about their day back at the estate; Benton frittering the hours away in his study. Unable to get any work done; playing solitaire on his computer. Benton was just worried that he couldn’t be at the council to be with Frieda. Sighing as he gets up, Benton stares at his phone when it goes off with a message that leaves his blood running cold. Were-Alert.
“Amanda,” Benton shouting; “Amanda!”
“I heard you the first time,” Amanda rushing into Benton’s study; “and I just got a Were-Alert message on my phone.”
“Same here,” Benton looking concerned; “To hell with the rules, we are heading back to the council building.”
******
As William and Martha Anderson tried to pass the time sitting in Café Luna; each sipping coffee and munching on a few pastries, the two look despondent.
“I wish we could be there for our son,” William sipping his coffee.
“So do I,” Martha answering; “but our son is in safe paws, the council will keep him safe from any harm.”
“Don’t forget his girlfriends,” William grinning; “Frieda and Spencer.”
“To think,” Martha chuckling; “it took a few three ways with Frieda and Spencer, to get Eric out of his shell.”
“Plus,” William smiling; “Eric has found his soul mate.”
“Soul mates,” Martha correcting her husband; “Eric loves both Spencer and Frieda equally and it’s clear all three intend to have life together.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever understand that bond they have,” William finishing his coffee.
“They love each other husband,” Martha grinning; “that’s all that matters.”
Both Martha and William nod; with what Tachibana shared earlier in the day in regards to the bond Eric has with Spencer and Frieda. Having to be together for the next few days while there link matures and strengthens as they enjoy each other’s company; to the parents it sounded like a cheesy plot in a fantasy romance novel. But the second part; the mingling of their scents in the heat of sex acting as a powerful aphrodisiac to other were’s make the two were-foxes blush with embarrassment.
“I think it’s safe to say,” William grinning; “that lots of sex is in our immediate future.”
“I’m not complaining,” Martha smiling; “sex with you is always fun.”
Before William could make a comment to continue their small talk; both Anderson phones buzz as well as everyone’s cell phone in the café. ‘Were-Alert’
Both William and Martha look up from their phones and wonder what that means.
******
“The reason why the council is in an uproar,” Lance speaking as he watches his niece eat a monte Cristo sandwich and a soda; “is Julie Stovall escaped.”
Eric spits out his soda in total shock; “you got to be kidding. The minnow managed to swim her way out of here?”
“There is more,” Lance sighing; “she committed murder to further her escape. The Luna brotherhood is here and we still have yet to hear the second half of Julie’s statue 1A trial."
“Does this mean a Were-Alert was issued,” Frieda looking worried.
“What’s a Were-Alert,” Eric and Spencer asking in unison.
“It’s when a were goes rogue,” Lance answering; “all able bodied weres are requested to assist the police in tracking and capturing the rogue. As a result, any evening activites such as hunts, gatherings, strolls and other acts are cancelled until the Were-Alert is lifted.”
“Will we be stuck here until the matter is resolved,” Eric asking.
“No,” Lance answering; “you three will still be heading back to Benton’s estate. You just won’t be able to leave the building until its safe to do so.”
“Well,” Spencer doing her best to cheer Eric and Frieda up; “we still got video games and some bed time activities to keep us occupied.”
“You have to get that console from you home,” Eric answering.
“It’s one detour out of Benton’s way,” Spencer smiling; “besides, he okayed it.”
“Clothes as well,” Frieda speaking up; “Get some extra clothes as well while we are at your house, we could be stuck at my estate for a few days.”
“Will school be cancelled,” Eric asking; “will this drag on into next week? We have those end of year exams to take!”
“School will be called off today,” Lance giving Eric a reassuring look; “it will go on tomorrow and again on Monday, just with extra security.”