Chapter 2 Callahan

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"This publishing house is the one of the only ones that cater to conservative voices. I think our investment will be good for the company," Deacon said, scrolling up on his tablet. eacon Livingston was my best friend and soon to be Beta. We had grown up together, shifted for the first time together. We had spent the last five years building our careers in both business and the pack. We were inseperable. Father wasn't so convinced that publishing was lucrative. It was up to Deacon and I to prove it was. I knew that there was an audience for conservative media in Boston. We had done our research and now it was time to branch out and make it a reality. Both Deacon and I wanted to do something on our own, to make something our own. Our fathers were well known in real estate and construction. Why not branch out in publishing. Politics was a passion of mine for some time now. Being the alpha's son and next in line to become alpha kind of helped that passion along. Though being conservative in Boston was tricky, we always found ways to excel and push a conservative viewpoint. Going into publishing, helping authors get their voices out will be great for not only them, but for us as well.

"Samuel Reed has done well for himself here in Boston. His profits have been growing steadily over the last few years," I replied. I stared out onto the Boston streets. I shifted in my seat, still sore from our run last night. My wolf had been itching to get out and hunt, and I finally gave in last night. We spent almost the entire night running and hunting together. Deacon was not as phased, he shifted more often then I did. But my wolf was always there, just below the surface. It felt good to hunt, I had not done it in six months. Which was the longest I had gone without shifting. I was so focused on getting ready for this meeting, that I had almost forgotten about shifting. We reached Reed Publishing just before our 8:30 meeting. I got out of the car and nodded for our driver to park the car. Being the alpha's son, security was around almost all the time. Never mind having my own wolf, and took classes regularly to learn how to defend myself. Father still insisted in security measures. Our pack was the largest and oldest in New England. Father can trace our lineage back to Plymouth Rock, which is why we are known as the Plymouth Pack. We had ancestors fight in almost every conflict in American history. Pack members took pride in that, I took pride in that. We met Mr. Reed in his office. 

"Good morning Mr. Darcy, Mr. Livingston," Samuel Reed said, standing up and buttoning his jacket. He then came over to shake our hands. As wolves, we were taller than an average man. I was 6 '1 and Dean was six foot. We both worked out regularly and shifted as often as we could to hunt. We towered over Mr. Reed easily. But he wasn't swayed or intimidated by it, I could tell I would like him. I liked humans who weren't intimidated by us, most didn't even know what we were. Almost all of humanity through werewolves were the stuff of legend and horror.

"So gentlemen, I hear you are interested in my publishing house. I was rather surpirsed that you chose my publishing house out of all the others here in Boston," he said. Deacon looked over at me, and back to Mr. Reed, giving me his usual smirk. We spent the rest of the meeting going over numbers in an attempt to persuade him. He finally agreed to us buying the publishing house and help build it. He was reluctant to do so, but we managed to convince him that with our backing, he would bring in even more investors with more capital. Which eventually would lead to more profits. Samuel called his assistant in, and had her sent out an email for a meeting of the company. We reached the conference room before everyone else did. Deacon and I were talking about the good news. We knew that bringing this to father would be a good thing. That we could finally do something on our own. That it was apart from both our fathers.

I could smell her before I saw her. She smelled of fresh soap and vanilla. I heard my wolf growl and whisper one word... Mate. My mate, who I had thought would never come, was here in this publishing house. But who? Deacon could sense it too, he looked over at me with an arched eyebrow. The scent was becoming stronger and stronger as employees began filing in. Then it became all I could smell, my wolf was going crazy inside my head. She then walked in, and my wolf began howling. Which caused me to flinch. I had to steady my breathing, I couldn't shift here. Not in the middle of a meeting, in front of all these humans. It was then I realized that my mate was human. Some wolves did mate with humans. But with those who had alpha blood it was rare. But it wasn't impossible. And when it did happen, it was like royalty marrying commoners. That was the best way to describe it. But wait I knew her, the auburn hair. Those beautiful big blue eyes. As blue as the night sky itself. She seemed so familiar, then it hit me. She was the girl I had saved ten years ago from that fire. Why hadn't I mated with her then? She must have been under 18 at the time I had saved her. Most wolves won't mate until both are 18. I could hear her screaming that night. And something inside me made me save her. I am glad I did. Maybe that something was our mate bond. I hadn't even thought about that night in a long time. I often wondered what she was doing? How she was doing? If I made the right choice when I saved her. Father was always worried when I did things like that, afraid that I would expose our species to the human race. But most vicitims couldn't bring themselves to say that a large black wolf saved them. Most thought it crazy, but I always wanted to help people. So from time to time I saved people. People who needed to be saved.

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