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Sean

I  wonder why Connor called everyone so early in the morning. I thought he would like to enjoy Sevana for at least a whole month before resuming our dawn training habits. It has only been a fortnight since he brought his partner back to his house. Note, we didn't see them much during these two weeks, apart from the official pack presentation. Would his desire for the pretty fatel have dried up? No, impossible. The last time I came across them, I had to run away so as not to see them jump on each other in the middle of the forest. Maybe he wants me to take the reins of the Gardian Angels for a while to take full advantage of his wife without having to manage the clan or the governor's missions. We haven't had a call since the Sevana affair, it won't be long before we are contacted for a new assignment. I would understand very well if Connor wanted to free up some time. He is the alpha and has dedicated his whole life to others since he was elected chief, but priorities change when you meet your soul mate and there is no reason why things should be different for him. Especially since Sevana is an exceptional person. She is the last fatel on Earth and has an immense power, out of the ordinary even, a magical power that I had never seen. Always this throbbing pain when thinking of the fatels and their cruel and useless end. I still miss my family so much despite the passage of time, even if the discovery of Sevana has eased my pain. These people did not completely disappear in the end. It gave me hope that others may have survived despite the plots of the dissident packs.

– Is everything right Sean? I feel you agitated.

Hmm, our alpha female, in addition of being very beautiful, and also very perceptive, it is the least one can say. Telepathy is not her main power, however. She can only communicate by thought and not read minds. But she is very observant and has a big heart.

–Yes everything is fine. What is the reason of a convocation by the Great Manitou so early? He is afraid of you and requests the protection of his lieutenants against his own wife?

Sevana has a very communicative crystalline laugh that makes me smile, but also a very possessive guardian angel. Connor places himself behind her back and hugs her, staring at me in an unmistakable gesture for me. My alpha still marks his territory. Their bond is however sealed, no risk that a person could interfere between them, and their love is deep, but that does not prevent him from being jealous of all males who approach her.

– What did you say to make my wife so happy? It’s my role to make her smile.

Sevana turns slightly to rub her nose against his cheek. She quickly learned to tame the cheetah with little attentions. Touch is essential between two soul mates.

– Calm down my teddy bear, he just made a joke.

I explode with laughter when hearing this nickname, followed by Owen, Liam and Nate, who arrived at that moment. Connor groans softly.

– My angel, stop calling me that in front of everyone or no member of the pack will respect me.

– Don't be silly. You are a ferocious plush and everyone knows it.

My hilarity and that of my companions redoubled while Connor bit her earlobe to punish her. Sevana then turns around to kiss him and it is better that I intervene or I will once again be forced to run like a thief so as not to witness their lovemaking, and we will never know why our friend asked us to become. So I clear my throat to let them know we are there.

– Sorry. Thanks for coming guys. I'm going to be direct. I have no time to waste, I want to put my partner back in my bed as soon as possible.

The burning glance that they exchange confirms it to us. It is better that our meeting be short.

– Sevana's friend may be in danger. We need your opinion.

– OK. Let’s sit outside and tell us all about it.

The chalet of our alpha is surrounded by table and chairs to be able to gather the whole pack here. So we take a seat around one of them, Sevana on Connor's lap, as usual. These two can't stand not touching each other. I hope to fell this communion of souls one day, like many metamorphs. Our leader then begins his story.

– Something has been bothering me since we got home and I just find it. Nate, you can give me your impression since you met her. It is Ashley, Sevana’s nursing colleague

The bear nods.

– I remember her. A little blonde with green eyes. She had been attacked at the same time as Sevana, but nothing bad.

– Absolutely. And do you remember what she told us when we met her?

Our friend is thinking. We could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. He is more brilliant for action than for reflection, but he is a faithful friend and a formidable fighter. Better not to be in his path when his beast sets off, a real bulldozer. Ah, it looks like his brain has just started, his whole face lights up.

– She was the one who made us suspect the fatel side of Sevana first . She told us about your partner’s extraordinary intuition.

– Exact. But before that, she took her precautions. Before revealing it to me, she asked me if I was ready to protect Sevana, no matter who she was. She insisted on this point.

Nate is more perceptive than I thought.

– Do you think she knew Sevana's origins ?

Okay. I can see what my alpha talks about and it is not good if he’s right.

– You think that this Ashley knows about the talent. You think she knows that Sevana is a fatel and that she wanted to make sure you wouldn't hurt her before giving you clues.

– That's what I think, indeed. Sevana and her never talked about it openly, but I think she knew all about her powers, yes.

This could actually become a concern. There is no question that rumors spread among the rebels that at least one fatel escaped the massacre. The fact that the Blacks are aware of this is already sufficiently annoying, even if they will never try anything against us, especially after the heavy losses that we have inflicted on them. However, it could become a problem if several rebel packs hear about it and join forces to destroy us. We have the support of the governor, but in the face of rabid packs, humans can do nothing.

– Sevana, how is your relationship with your colleague?

– She is more than a colleague. She’s been my best friend for six years. We’re talking about everything, but I’ll stop you before you ask me, no, I never made it clear to her that I have intuition, as Connor told you. Anyway, I didn't know my fatel origins. Now she has been my partner for many years, she has seen me work and save lives by alerting symptoms in advance regularly. It is possible that she did guess. But in this case, she never told me about it. In any case, she supported me from the beggining with every alert I gave despite the absence of any obvious sign of deterioration in the patient's condition. She has been my biggest supporter at the hospital since the first day.

I think Connor is right. Her friend must have had doubts about Sevana, but perhaps, like many, she knows very little about fatels. Their disappearance dates back several years now. Many have forgotten their existence and the new generation has never even known . That’s easy to know.

– How old is your friend?

– 35 years ago.

Okay. They disappeared 25 years ago so she was able to meet fatels as a child and recognize the signs of Sevana's power. I am the same age as her and I remember this people perfectly. At the same time, my childhood surely does not look like hers. In all cases, a legitimate doubt exists. We need to learn more about her before we worry too much. I take my laptop out on the table. I'm not going anywhere without my tool. I’m a geek at heart and the computer scientist of the pack. An ace in my field when it comes to knowing everything about someone.

– Her last name please?

– Ashley Peterson.

OK, let's go. Let the magic of the internet work. I tap for a few minutes on the keyboard and all the information available about Miss Peterson appears on the screen. The record is strangely empty and devoid of photos. A data instantly catches my attention. She’s an orphan, like me. No close relatives are mentioned. Certainly, many of us here have lost our parents, but unlike the others, it happened to me twice, although I don't remember the first one. It is better that I focus on my screen before the rage takes me, as always. Ashley was taken in at the age of ten, but unlike Sevana, not by humans. Ashley grew up in a pack. It’s very unusual. Clans that adopt humans are extremely rare. Unless she's less human than supposed?

– No. Impossible. I’ve already seen her hurt and her wounds weren't healing at high speed like you.

Owen unequivocally confirms this to me.

– And I would have felt it.

No doubt. It would be crazy to put his intuition in question.

– However, she grew up in the Treat pack. The alpha is named Peter Browling.

Liam frowns.

– That name sounds familiar. I heard it somewhere before.

I'm looking at the alpha record.

– It's probably because he's a doctor.

–Probably. It must have been during my nursing lessons.

Probably. Which does not answer our questions. The mystery is taken more volume, even. I agree with Connor. We cannot remain in the dark. I say out loud what everyone thinks low.

–We have to go and question the nurse.

– I agree. And my goddess could use her talents to see the future of her friend.

The pretty brunette nods, tickling when passing with her long hair, with blue reflections, the chest of her companion. We are silent and remain motionless, our alpha female needs calm to control her power. She has only been using distance premonitions for a short time and it requires a lot of concentration. After a quarter of an hour, she opens her eyes, visibly tired and frustrated.

– Sorry, I can see it, but nothing more. Impossible to see her future. All I can say is for the moment she is fine.

Our alpha female needed physical contact to use her talent until recently. The bond of union amplified her, in addition to giving her access to other powers, but it still requires a lot of efforts and the significant distance between the two people is obviously a obstacle for her perception. It's no wonder she can't do it. That requires practice. Young fatels trained every day from an early age to master their talent to perfection. And as I guess, looking like Connor is upset that he don't want  to to seperrate from his wife to go on a mission, I volunteer. As a beta, it’s my job to take over when alpha is unavailable. In addition, I have an advantage over others.

– Okay. In this case, I will go there. She doesn't know me, she shouldn't be wary of me.

Connor supports me, as usual, and he is so happy to stay with Sevana given the smile he has when he looks at her, but he makes one condition.

– OK. It is true that the only time she saw us, we metamorphosed in the corridors of the hospital, we left two dead wolves after our passage, we took Sevana and she hasn't seen her since . It does not build confidence. But you take Owen with you. You may need reinforcement and he knows how to be diplomatic, unlike you.

I nod and we separate on these last words, our alpha already carrying his hilarious companion inside the house. I set off as soon as my mission comrade is ready.