Chapter 13 Part 2

   Chase woke up ragged, drowsy and full of piss and vinegar to the sound of pounding on the door of his suite. As his eyes opened and focused, he swung his thick thighs over the side of the bed planting his feet on the cold laminate floor. Without looking at the clock he knew it was early, too early.

The pounding came again. “Hey big guy, You up?” the voice penetrating the tired haze.

    Chase knew buy the smell of the Brut 33 that was burning his nasal cavities that it was Maury. What he didn’t know was why he was waking him up now. After a long conversation with Dominic about the events last night at Skye’s, he had only about 3 hours of sleep. Usually with the ongoing revelation and acceptance of the mind and body sharing that Skye had to go through there was typically a lot more screaming, crying and hand holding on the packs part. This time though it was different and they had wondered how she was going to take it when she came across that retched soul again.

She had surprised them all.

    She was much calmer than expected and that must have been because of her kids. Her children were the thing that kept her stable right now, but for how long. She couldn’t hold out forever and Chase knew that, so did Dom but they were in new territory here. Kids were the addition that no one counted on and for 16 years now they had been waiting for the other shoe to drop and now it had, they had no fucking clue what to do.

    Again Maury pounded on the door and Chase let out a low growl. “Chase we gotta go, Skye got in touch with Dom and the Caretaker is in her house.”

    Chase’s head whipped around and in two strides he threw open the door. “She’s in her house?” Maury dipped his head in a quick nod. “How? How did she find her?” Maury shrugged “You know those Caretakers; the vessels they take care of are like a homing beacon. She must have followed it.”

    Chase ran his hand roughly through his thick strawberry blond hair “Ok, I’m on it. Be down in 5.” Maury didn’t wait around just turned and headed down the back stairs to bring the car around. While he threw on his jeans and black t-shirt over his 6 foot 2 muscular frame Chase wondered again how this was going to play out.  Never since he had been around had a Caretaker made any contact with living body of their Mistress except to hand over the vessel.

    Lack of sleep and too many questions made his head spin but as he pulled on his boots he got himself together and became the hard second in command that he was known to be as he put brass knuckles in the pocket of his leather jacket and a 9 mm in his holster in the back of his jeans he stretched his neck. The series of pops up the back of his neck told him he was ready. Dealing with the wicked witch could be a problem.

    When he came out of his room he took a deep breath before he went over and hit the elevator button. He lived in one of only 3 suites on the top floor of the motel behind the Pawn shop. The other 2 belong to Dominic and Deacon. Deacon had only used the suite when Skye was in her other form because the other would have nothing to do with him so it was always on standby. Although on the outside the motel looked run down and bad side of town wrong on the outside, inside it was completely modern with the best security they had access to.

    Not only were there video cameras in the hallways and the elevator. The front door was reinforced with steel doors that were covered with wood and aged to look old. All of the windows were bulletproof and there was an escape tunnel underneath the motel just in case something went terribly wrong. At the front desk is where their in house security team Bass and Tank were parked with 6 computer screens in front of them and on each screen there were 4 split views so they could see everything and anything within a 5 block radius of where they sat.

    Dom’s pawn business was a cover for his real ones and none of them were legal. The pack was tough but bullets still hurt like hell when one of them got shot, steel pipes left bruises if they got hit and they didn’t always deal with the stand-up honorable types. Forget always it was never. They didn’t make a habit of killing humans but putting them in the hospital was not a problem, breaking things was common practice and every now and then someone died.

    The elevator doors finally opened and after the quick ride down 2 floors he was standing in front of Dom who was talking to Tank. Chase stepped up to his Pack leader and took up space just behind and off to the right of him. Dom lifted a chin to him and Chase returned it with a nod. “You ready?” Dominic asked. Chase said nothing as the doors opened and Dom led the way.