Helen, Grayson and Samantha, the rest of the Council members were
all unmated.
And what the hell was he doing mulling over his unmated
status at a PAC meeting?
Lucas cleared his throat a little too loudly, making all
heads turn towards him. They were all looking at him curiously.
Lucas let out a growl and said gruffly, “I'll take it from
here. Thank you, Jett.”
Jett nodded and took his seat.
Lucas coughed into his fist and tried to get back to the
matter at hand. Which was—
“ The advanced level of the training,” Lucas
said pointedly to his PAC members, directing their attention to where
it should be. Council matters. Training of the Enforcers. Not his
personal life, or the sore lack thereof.
Lucas looked round the table and stated, “The
advanced level is where we hone the trainees' mental strength and
capabilities. To hunt and fight rogues, the Enforcers must be able
to out think and outsmart them. Relying on pure speed and strength
alone is not enough. As we well know, rogues are almost always very
powerful, even more so than your average paranormal. Most
paranormals are willing and able to control their powers. They
maintain control over their powers and abilities at all times. But
rogues are uncontrolled, untamed, unpredictable. Their inability and
unwillingness to rein in their prowess makes them unleash their
powers in destructive, violent ways. Some of their bodies and minds
are destroyed in the process, and they become a warped version of
themselves. Some rogue shifters are stuck permanently in a half
shift, stumbling about with half their minds and half their bodies.
They are trapped in their half human, half beast forms and their
blood lust becomes uncontrollable, shattering their minds and
conscience. Some rogue demons morph into their demonic forms, and
indulge in their insatiable demonic lusts, killing many innocent
humans and paranormals before they are tracked down and destroyed.
These rogues are very dangerous, and very powerful. It is near
impossible to overcome and defeat them physically. So an Enforcer's
mind must be honed to be a lethal weapon as well. An Enforcer's mind
must be stronger than his or her body. That's the only way to win.”
Lucas met every pair of eyes in turn, noting the fire
that burned behind the demon's black eyes. Zorath had personally
slain a couple of rogue demons that had raped and murdered hundreds
of human and paranormal females. Lucas had heard that Zorath had
snapped the rogue demons' horns right off their heads when he caught
them, so great had been his rage. Zorath was attending the PAC
meeting in his human form, so his horns were retracted and hidden
under his jet black hair which was neatly sleeked back. He was the
only Council member in a designer three-piece suit, replete with
white hanky in his coat pocket. The vampire Glenn Constantine was
the only other member in a jacket, but his shirt was unbuttoned at
the collar and he wasn't wearing a tie. Lucas was dressed in black
jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. He had rolled the sleeves up
to his elbow, and his top two buttons were undone. Keagan and Blake
were also in jeans, but while Keagan had on a t-shirt which stretched
tight over his broad chest, the burly werebear was in a gray
wife-beater.
Grayson and Samantha were both in cloaks. Maybe that
was the standard dress code for mated paranormals. Once you're
mated, you don a cloak. Lucas glanced at Helen and saw that she was
not in a cloak. She was dressed in a smart, tailored pant suit with
a string of pearls around her neck. Lucas found himself breathing a
sigh of relief. He didn't relish the thought of finding himself in a
long, flowing cloak. Though he did relish the thought of finding his
mate. But that thought was more like a dream. A dream that would
never come true. Perhaps the likes of him didn't deserve a mate.
He had always been a hunter. Brutal, relentless,
lethal. He had hunted and slaughtered rogues as an Enforcer. And
before