The deputy shakes his head as he watched Jean Talbot stalk the men now secured in his police cruiser. After responding to an emergency call from old man Johnson, the deputy watched in utter disbelief while pulling up to the scene. Two men running away in pure terror as a were-lioness chased them away from a teenager lying on the ground. Their attempt to flee cut short as a large brown truck rams into the sedan killing the vehicle; causing the men to once again try and escape. One getting yanked out by the growling were-lioness; the deputy naturally screamed on his radio for back up as he hesitated on getting out of his cruiser.
That was twenty minutes ago. Now the deputy was sighing as once again contemplated approaching Jean Talbot. The were-lioness currently violating the town’s laws on shifting during the day time and under a were-alert; the were-raccoon was unsure whether it was safe to arrest her. He did chuckle earlier as the men practically ran to him; hoping he would keep them from her wrath; thankfully, several other deputies are now present assisting him as they try to contain and investigate what happened.
“Sheriff Cooper has been notified,” another deputy can be heard speaking to an onlooker; “please go back inside and let us handle this.”
“Like you handled the last time I called in,” the old man swearing; “I told you earlier I saw those two skulking about and you did nothing.”
“Dad,” a younger man speaking; “leave the deputies to handle this. I’m sure Nate Anderson will be pressing charges on this.”
“And you are,” the deputy looking at the man with an air of suspicion.
“Jack Johnson,” the man answering back; “Moon Lake’s town prosecutor. And a witness to what just happened,” Jack stating as he watched the deputy’s color drain from his face.
“You better get those men to jail,” Jean growling; “lest you want the entire were-lion pride called up to lynch them.”
“God dam it girl,” a deputy doing his best to keep the were-lioness back; “don’t make me haul you into jail. You may be the lion king’s daughter, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore our laws.”
“They attacked my husband,” Jean practically roaring; “look what they did to Nate Anderson!”
“Husband,” the deputy looking at Nate being assisted by his parents; “is he a were-lion as well?”
“Werewolf,” Jean growling; “we had a were-wedding last Friday.”
“Congratulations,” the deputy train of thought trailing off as a cellphone could be heard ringing.
“Not mine,” Jean glaring. “My phone is in my car,” Jean pointing to the Shelby Cobra.
“It’s coming from the sedan here,” the deputy walking toward the totaled vehicle.
“Can I go know,” Jean looking at the deputy grab the cellphone; “or are you going to risked getting mauled by asking me the same questions again?”
“Go,” the deputy waving her off; “and check that attitude, or I will run you in. Now who is calling these two men,” the deputy collecting the phone as evidence.
Jean growls as walks over to Nate currently being tended to by his parents as well as Eric who was just recently with Spencer talking to another deputy.
“I’m fine,” Nate trying to keep his mother off him; “it’s just a few bruises.”
“You need to get them looked at,” Martha whining; “are you going to let the paramedics see you?”
“Only if you back off,” Nate growling; “until then…”
“Martha,” William placing a hand on her shoulder; “Leave Nate be. Besides, the bruises will go away in a few days.”
“Finally,” Nate looking exasperated; “a voice of reason.”
“No,” William looking unamused; “I’m just trying to end an argument were you try and use the I’m a werewolf, I’ll heal quickly excuse.”
“Well it is true,” Jean speaking up; “we were do heal quickly. These bruises and scrapes on Nate will be gone in a few days.”
“Just let the deputies take my statement,” Nate sighing; “I’m hungry and I smell chicken.”
“Oh shit,” William running to the backyard; “I forgot about those.”
“Where is Spenser,” Nate getting up; “I saw her with you earlier Eric.”
“A deputy is taking her home,” Eric answering; “with her truck totaled…”
“I’ll talk to my father about that,” Jean sighing; “I’m sure he can help fix it back up.”
******
Sheriff Cooper puts the phone down. After being brief regarding an assault involving two unknown assailants being chased by a pissed off were-lioness; Sheriff Cooper knew he was going to be dealing with more headaches involving the Talbots. Finding out the men attacked Nate Anderson; the sheriff was naturally stunned. The young werewolf didn’t have any enemies that he knew of, nor was he in any confrontation involving what recently happened at the station.
Sheriff Cooper immediately dismissed the thought of the men as agents of Frederick Parker. A deputy reporting that they smelled of were-panther; Douglas shook his head at that confusing detail. Unaware of what happened at the picnic earlier that day; Douglas had no knowledge that the mayoral announcement of Kenya Crawford was effectively killed by an astute reporter that outed the aspiring politician as an escort agent. A were-panthress that at one time dated Nate Anderson; that relationship fell apart when she was caught with an engagement ring from a client she visited; that client being Jack Crawford, who at the time went by the alias of Jack Ashford.
Douglas instead, chose to dispel such thoughts for the time being. Opting to focus on his were-tigress mate Joan Morningcloud who was currently staring at him as she rested on the bed they shared.
“You need to go back to the office don’t you,” Joan sighing.
“It can wait tomorrow,” Douglas answering; “my deputies can handle it. In the meantime,” the were-grizzly smiling while looking at the were-tigress in his bed; “we have a were-wedding to continue.”