Target (Complete)

Target 20

Council Member Jillian Hobbs was scary. 

Not because she was ugly, or terrifying in a conventional way. She was scary because she implied power when she walked, when she talked to you, or rather, when her words were directed at you. 

She was perhaps one of the most refined ladies Finn had ever seen. Not a woman...no...

He would not categorize her as a woman. Jillian Hobbs could only be described as a proper lady. Above average height, undefined age around 55, but because she was a wolf, it could very well be more; she had fine and delicate features that were framed by subtle make up; she looked slightly tired, but nonetheless, she had a small perpetual frown on her lips, slightly pursed. She would never be satisfied with whatever answer you gave her to any question she asked. She dressed slightly severe, yet elegant and maybe even sophisticated for other women her age. She had striking green eyes, and light, golden hair that had a few strands of silver peeking through. She was beautiful. 

As  far as Alex knew, she never left the house without lipstick. 

And in a way, Alex admired the way she hadn't minimized her femininity once because she had a powerful position. 

"...as you can see and verify through our surveillance footage. We did everything in our power, by the book, that we could do in order to contain the situation. We are incredibly lucky to have had some of the best trained warriors visiting us. I do wholeheartedly believe that they are the reason we did not have any casualties, at least."

They were sitting on Finn's study. She was at his desk and Finn was standing in front of her. He had given all the other chairs to the people she had brought with her, who were doing council-related work on their laptops, making sure the clean up team they had brought with them disposed and cleaned of 'the situation,' as Madam Hobbs had directed them to do as soon as they opened the door to her. 

Alex was leaning against the wall, with one foot propped against it, not looking at anything in particular. Lucian was on the other hand, looking at her while he thought no one was noticing. 

But of course, Finn saw. He was looking at her too. 

Her whole demeanor, mannerism, and voice had changed as soon as that lady stepped foot through the door. She sounded and looked...foreign, almost. She was once again put together, like she had put on a whole different face for this lady. 

"Of course you did everything that you could have done given the circumstances..." but here came the kicker, "but you did not have the proper channels put in place that other places did when we, the High Council, went off the grid. A temporarily blip, as you understand, but proper communication would have saved you and us a fortune in repairs and other...clean up costs." Her eyes darted ever so slightly towards Alex. "We will need to update your security team and yourself on our latest protocols, intelligence and otherwise, and other safeguards our High Council is going to be taking into motion following the disastrous blip. We will have to tighten our groups in order keep stray dogs out. As we've seen, nomad lifestyles are not longer going to be accepted if we are to keep our kind a secret." 

Alex eyes darted towards the right ear of Madam Hobbs. Then at the floor. 

"I couldn't agree more Ma'am. We need to be united in times like this." Finn declared rapidly.

"Outlaw nomad life-styles?" Lucian asked a little shyly from behind a wall of council guards. "What exactly does that mean?"

Madam Hobbs looked up slightly from the papers she was holding in his general direction with haughty smile. "Well, all wolves have to belong to a pack or a group in order to be perceived as non-threats. We are all looking out for one another..."