Dan typed a message into his Blackberry.
"R6, contact needed. Meet at designated location 2330," then pushed SEND.
'That'll get her attention,' he thought.
Sharon, Anaya and Solange had knocked on her door about two hours earlier with one of several bottles of Dom Perignon that they brought with them already open. Wendy had been surprised that they had found her since her apartment wasn't really even rented in her name, but before she could protest, the trio pushed through the door and Sharon scooped Wendy into her arms and kissed her deeply. What followed was a whirlwind of debauchery, the likes of which Wendy had never dreamed of.
As Solange drove Wendy to her fourth orgasm of the night, Sharon and Anaya whispered promises into her ears. Promises of how this was nothing compared to the ecstacy she would experience on the next full moon, when the wolf would take her and set her free.
As she rested in the arms of her lovers, the Blackberry buzzed with a reminder of new message.
Wendy protested, "Hey! That's mi...," as Solange grabbed the device.
But Anaya pressed her index finger to Wendy's lips, "We have no secrets from our sisters, Wendy. We trust eachother inherently and depend on each other to keep the pack safe."
"Hummmmm," Solange purred as she read the message. "It seems our new friend is into some cloak and dagger business. A midnight rendezvous, as my people would say."
"I'd better answer that," Wendy said, "I can't arouse suspicions in my organization."
"True," Solange admitted as she handed the unit to Wendy. "Still, it would be dangerous for you to go alone."
"No," Lisa protested, "everything'll be alright. They just need some time to get used to the idea, then they'll be part of the pack just like the rest of us."
Debra looked up at Lisa. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears streamed down her cheeks. She new this day would have to come, but she had regretted it for years, admitting to the lie she had weaved for her daughter over all those years, a lie that she was 'straight,' a lie that she was 'human.' But her love for Lisa kept her from revealing anything to Heather. That had been how Lisa wanted it, so that had been how Debra handled it.
"Are you sure?" Debra pleaded with her mate.
Lisa simply pulled Debra close and hugged her tight. "Of course my love, of course."
"Maybe they're wrong," Heather said hopefully. "I mean it's not like they know any werewolves that got pregant, do they?"
Dita smiled at Heather, "De-Nile's not just a river in Egypt, babe," she said with a shurg. "I guess we'll find out in about a week."
"Well, let's not ruin what may be our last good weekend as humans," Dita continued hopefully. "Race you downstairs for desert!