pack. This made her the most obvious target for the rogue panthers. Her father, Sam, had been the pack Alpha briefly after his brother, the previous Alpha, died. The situation was beyond messy, beyond complicated, and a total fuckup. Yet she had a right to happiness and the support of her pack, and her happiness seemed to include having her father in her life, and living here with her pack and her friends.
Oliver could only hope this whole situation wasn’t going to turn into a total train wreck.
* * * *
“Carey, Jubilee, thanks for giving up your Saturday for the community.” Larry waved them over to the table where he’d spread out the big map of Carnal Connections. Larry was a bit nervous about his idea for them to spend time together, alone, just the three of them. He’d known them both through Carnal Connections for a couple of years and he certainly trusted and liked Carey and Jubilee, but he wanted to get to know them much better. Become, well, friends, he supposed. He craved not just more time in the dungeon together, but a deeper connection as well. He just hoped to hell today worked out all right.
“Not a problem. We’re always happy to help out. But I’m not exactly sure what you want us to do,” replied Carey.
“It seems likely to me that the rogue panthers will be back.”
“Hell, yes. And not when and where we expect them, either,” said Jubilee.
“Exactly. We’ve got the alarms and cameras at the front gate and the high wire fence right around the property, plus the electric inner fence, but I’m concerned that there’s so much of the area that’s vulnerable to attack. I mean, likely they could cut the outer fence, avoid the inner fence, and spread out all through the place without anyone being the wiser. We wouldn’t know a thing unless they came within range of the CCTV in the old barn or one of our patrols noticed the outer fence had been cut,” said Larry.
“So what exactly do you want us to do?” Carey asked again.
Larry ran his hands through his brown hair, wishing he’d had a lot more sleep and that his brain was sharper this morning. “Sorry. I thought it’d be good to actually walk the area, as humans, looking for weak places in our defense and other places where we could install a few more cameras.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, and I’m happy to do it, but wouldn’t it be a whole lot easier for you to run around checking in your wolf form?” asked Jubilee.
“I’ll do that, too, likely with Kurt and Tor, but humans see things differently from shifters, and I’m almost positive some of the rogue pack are human.”
“Hey, I thought that, too. Otherwise the couple who tried to abduct Ramona from the basketball match would have shifted when she did,” said Jubilee.
“Exactly. You’re a smart woman.”
Carey bent over the map on the table. “That old barn is on a bit of a rise, which means from the hayloft there’s a good view out between the trees. It’s a shame this map doesn’t show the hills.”
“Google Earth.”
“Huh?”
“Google Earth shows the terrain,” said Jubilee.
“I don’t think I’ve ever used that program,” said Carey.
“Me either, but I guess now’s as good a time as any,” said Larry, moving back to his desk and clicking the icon.
Carey and Jubilee stood behind him, and with Jubilee’s help he soon had zoomed in to their location. It was harder to find exactly where their land extended to, until Jubilee showed him how to overlay Google Earth over Google Maps. Then it was all crystal clear.
“Damn, woman, you’re a treasure,” said Larry.
Carey turned and grinned at Jubilee. ‘“A witty woman is a treasure. A witty beauty is a power.’ English poet George Meredith.”
“Nope. Doesn’t count. He didn’t say I was witty,” objected Jubilee.
“So now if I say you’re witty, you’ll be more likely to hit me than thank me. I can’t win here,” groaned Larry.
“So let’s get back to this long
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