A/N: NOT EDITED.

Chapter 36.5 – Logan POV

I stood stretching from my bed, waking over to the window, looking down below me to see Rainy and Chelsea out on the patio. Not listening I just watched how far Rainy had come in such a short time, but even the smallest of smiles was long over due when it came to Rainy. I had done so much to find her… things I would never regret.



I’m not sure just anyone had the stomach for the things my team and I handled on a day-to-day basis, the heinousness and coldness we infiltrated both physically and on the web. There had to be a balance, there had to be a time when you just turned it all off, closed your mind off as well and just enjoyed the piece of good you had in your life. The person, or hobby that helped rinse the filth from your mind each time you stepped away. I had not meant for my work to be what it was, when I was younger I didn’t dream of finding the missing, searching in the lowest cesspool of beings and sometimes mirroring the sick minded. Then my other half, Rainy went missing. Twins. She and I had been through everything in our life together, achievement after achievement. No one knew the pain of the abandonment I felt like she did, my sister.



When Rainy first went missing I knew without a doubt, that she wouldn’t just leave the way everyone had believed. We never broke our promises to one another, and yes we were just children, I knew my sister. I knew she wouldn’t abandon me or leave me behind. We would stick together. That was the plan. Even when we found our mates, we would stick together. Our mates would love us in a different way of course, but we would still need family. We wouldn’t section each other out of one another’s life when we didn’t have many people to count on to begin with.



The Elders.



Now ten years after everything they had not done to help others, would surely be the greatest catalyst for their overdue down fall. They used the supernatural as stepping-stones; they abused power and still gave nothing back in return. They couldn’t be the ones to gain access and control, set their own rules or even change the corruption. They wanted to form a world that would only fail if let to their doings, hurt and pain in tenfold, they didn’t believe in anything but getting their way to the top. Only when they got there, it wouldn’t be to make great changes or even give shifters more rights, more equality within the human race. What they would be doing is breaking down groups, alliances that posed even the most minimal threat to their ranking.



Yet, the treatment of those deemed unimportant, was the single most common factor for building my team. Formed by other humans and supernaturals; all betrayed by them in one-way or another. Individuals that had lost family and watched as the Elders or even humans did nothing to help them. Their family members, victims that were forgotten or barely helped, even humans at times.



When I was 14 years old, searching forums online I was enlightened, because I had once thought that the beauty of being human instead of supernatural was the difference in how missing people cases were handled. I was proven wrong – sometimes-even humans fell through the cracks. And so little by little I was pulled into the underground world of human trade, prostitution and all the dark places it thrived. I’m not sure if anyone really knew just how much the human sex-slave trade made.



Yet while I wasn’t having luck in finding Rainy, I was able to find others, so that became what I did, what others sought me out for. I never gave up on finding Rainy, not once. Sighing I focused below me and noticed Chelsea’s green eyes looking up at me, directly.



Good afternoon, I heard in my mind, lucky she could do that, she had complete access to anyone’s’ mind, not anyone, not the Elders, she countered looking away and back to Rainy, I snorted. I need you to look into two people for me.



Okay whom?I waited. Abigail Clément and Marshall Clément, I believe that they were born in 1901 and 1904 respectively, now I’m sure but I believe that they are descendants of Elder Caelum, my eyes widened, how? I thought Elders weren’t supposed to have children, especially not those chosen long ago. As soon as I caught on, I backtracked, never mind that I ask- I watched as she shook her head but didn’t turn away from Rainy. No, it’s fine… if they are his kin, I’m not sure at all, of what importance they are to him, you have to tread lightly. Research them Logan, and if you find any proof that they are related, any trail you find I want you to pick them up and place them somewhere… I wanted them untraceable. I don’t care if you have to keep them permanently sedated in some kind of coma – I’m not sure – I stopped cold once again, never mind… no – no… what do you think? She asked and I knew that when Chelsea was in charge things would flow better, there would be certain openness to ideas, something the Elders now lacked. However, at this point I guess I was happy that they were being closed minded, that would be something Chelsea could use when the time came to strike.



Not letting my mind run off on any tangents, I answered, too much has already happened; there is so much we don’t know. I know that the time or opportunity may pass us by but I think striking right now, going and seeking these people out would be a wrong move – for now. Too many people are asking questions Chelsea, if we go in and find that these people are related to him, you have to know that they are being watched. I think we should go in and watch them as well, plant someone in their life… when you are ready to make a move, grab them.I hoped that she understood what I was saying; I know you wouldn’t want to miss the chance to grab them, but moving in hastily can be a mistake – you said yourself even looking into the information will have to be done cautiously as not to garner attention.



Waiting – patience – was something I had learned the hard way too many times, luckily by the time I was finally on a true trail to Rainy I understood the necessity of patience in any plan. This, I believed was one of those times as well, Elder Caelum and Thierry I went back an forth in what their issue was; sociopaths, psychopaths. Do you have someone you believe you could trust? They would need to be human… my brows knitted together. Why human?



Elders can’t read the mind of a human, my eyes widened when different memories explained themselves right there. Ok… I didn’t know that… I know that they can’t read my mind, and yours either, I wonder if they can read Jay and Wolfs’? I asked and saw her shrug her shoulder minutely. Shaking my head, I went back on topic, Chelsea now that I think about it; I believe that sending someone in would be best. If any Elder would have a secret family out there it would be Caelum, I snorted to myself leaving the window and the island all together. I went to my home back in California, my team room where I found Rolf and Dylan still cataloging different videos from Seth. Why do you believe that? Chelsea asked.



With his megalomania Chelsea? Seriously? Having children and to see his progeny living… no wonder he wanted you gone, I snorted Rolf and Dylan shot me confused looks waving them off I continued my conversation, there’s no love there I’m willing to bet, it’s just another thing in his eyes that makes him better and at a higher level than the other Elders.



I reached over picking up one of our programed burner phones.



Need to meet, Logan. I sent to Wolf. Waiting for his reply as well as Chelsea I rested back, I needed to deal with Robert Delaney, before I set out to find these two individuals. Look I trust your judgment, you’re our ears and eyes for the outside world Logan, if you believe we should plant someone in, instead of rushing in, I agree with you, I smiled nodding, Chelsea I need to deal with Robert first but as soon as that is handled I will begin looking for them, I swore after she placed that faith in me.



Booting up my computer I went to see the downloaded data from the last two days, still searching for what the government had going on that led to their confirmation of shifters. I had gone in undercover and placed my virus on multiple computers and systems, each day my people searching and digging around the found data. Finding backdoors into various systems would take much too long but getting within the vicinity of different hubs, well that was all I needed for my team to download my virus in.



My phone buzzed. Looking down, come to my office, W.



“You guys check over the data,” I instructed, leaving the room and teleporting myself right outside of Wolfs’ office. I braced my self as I did now when I had to interact with this man that was my father but didn’t know it. It was different then when I would spend time with Rainy, there were so many questions I wanted to know about our mother that I knew he had the answer too, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to even tell him that Rainy and I were his children. There was also a part of me that that didn’t want to tell him, just to protect my sister, from his lifestyle. The way he treated women, the way his outlaw gang behaved, there utter lack of respect for women, Rainy had lived with that for ten years… how would she react if she learned that her father housed and ran with people that treated women so oppressively?



His guard let me in, entering I went straight to his desk sitting in front of him, “You know – my people found someone from that list, Robert Delaney,” Wolf leaned back, similar expression of Chelsea and Gabriel, the disbelief. He put the documents in front of him away, “You found one of them? Already?” his tone incredulous as theirs, “and not just one but the big one that two others used in the riddles?” nodding I leaned forward.



“I want you to handle a transfer, a setup of sorts,” I began, not mentioning Chelsea or Gabriel, “I don’t want to lose him, but as you implied, it is a bit too convenient. I want to test that, give good ole Robert an out.”



Wolf eyed me for minute, “so you want to let him escape-”



“No I want to see if he tries to escape-” he squinted, “And what happens when he does?” he cocked his head to the side, his eyes on mine. “We track him… see where he leads us.” I keep eye contact while he contemplates the plan, but a picture I hadn’t seen before when I was in this office a few days ago catches my attention. My eyes jerked back over to Wolf, and I still at being caught looking at the picture that I know now is my mother, his mate. Tell him… my wolf urges me, the same way my mate Abby had. I want to tell him, for weeks now I’ve wanted too and now he catches me watching the picture, his posture changes, he stiffens taking the picture ready to put it away. Pulling out my wallet, I take the new picture I have of Rainy. Neither Rainy nor I favored Wolf in the physical features department, however I didn’t father my mother too much either.



Rainy on the other hand, they had many similarities now that she was older, when I met with Wolf four years ago because of my friendship with Gabriel, he only saw the old pictures I had, but Rainy had grown. Looking down I held the new picture placing it on the desk pushing it towards him, my eyes focused on his intently. Waiting for sign that he knew his wife and mate was once pregnant, that she had dumped her two children at the doorsteps of another pack. “What’s this?” he asked before taking it, “take a look,” I murmured resting back. Ready to let the chips fall where they may, leaning forward he reached for the picture, eyeing me warily, before even glancing at the photo, but once he does, I see it and I silently wish that I had Chelsea’s gift of mind reading. I watch each minor line on his face twist, I hear his heart beat unsteadily, and I see the confusion as he studies the picture, his eyes darting to my eyes then back down again.



“Who…” he shakes his head.



“This – this – it’s your Rainy,” he stumbles, something I have never witnessed Wolf Colt do since I’ve known him, “How?” he whispers. “You,” he shoots up to his feet, he flings the photo at me angrily, “No… I don’t know what you’re playing at here kid, but I’m not buying it,” Wolf spat, his nose flaring out, spit flying out with his words. The hate in his eyes, burned me, standing myself “You think I want something from you besides help with Robert? You think I want my sister to know that the people you lead are no better than the men that raped her for ten years? I’ve done horrible things in my life, so maybe I deserve you, but Rainy, she deserves more than you for a father!” his eyes widened impossibly “Oh… and Rainy is a silver wolf.” I left just as he was falling back into his chair.

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Oakley POV

Many things had changed since I had come to the island, granted I had spent the greater portion in a bed, Chelsea and Lux both had been coming to help me learn to concentrate and learn to be observant of my surroundings. I didn’t have my wolf fully just yet, however, I did have enhanced senses, ones that since I’ve gotten them only brought me pain. Overhearing conversations that I didn’t want too, that no one should.



One of the good things Chelsea and Lux complimented on was the fact that I had been working to build my endurance long before I had come here. While in bed for nearly one week – awake – we practiced on my sense of smell and listening. Learning to track footsteps, how certain people walking sounded different, their scents, learning just how far a scent was, the wind carrying it. Techniques to help if I were being followed or cased such as listening and not just hearing sound – echoes – but tracking distance as well.



And so as I made my way home, gripping my crutches harder than normal, I concentrated on the footsteps behind me. Softer than they should be, but still five or six steps behind me, I stopped abruptly, spinning to face Kieran once again. Just waiting, for something.



“Are you planning on hitting me or something? Because of what I did to your brother?” I asked, but distracted as well, “and – and why can’t I catch your scent when you’re human? Why did you shift back? I thought you didn’t like to be human?” I blurted out one question after the other, keeping my eyes on his face and not his bare chest or dirty feet.



He glanced away, then back with his face almost absent turned brooding, “Why would I hit you?” his voice rough probably from not using it very much.



“Because I – I” how do I even explain what I did? I glanced at Kieran his face waiting for me to finish. Sighing, “Because I used my gift on him, I shocked him,” I shrugged turning around and continuing my way home listening carefully. And after three steps Kieran began following me, “Why did you shock him?” he asked even though I wasn’t facing him. Proud that I got him to talk, I smiled to my self, “He was going to hit me,” I answered the blackness entering my mind once again. I still couldn’t believe that he even tried to lay a single finger on me, after ranting about how Kieran was the dangerous one. Still miffed I huffed, “So you think I’m going to hit you, because he tried to hit you and was unsuccessful? You think I followed you to what? Take a shot and get shocked for myself?” the smile on my face grew larger, before turning into full on giggles.



“Okay – okay, so you’re not trailing me for that reason… why are you following me Kieran?” I asked looking over my shoulder, before continuing on the road.



“Who says I’m following you?” he asked as though I slapped him, stopping mid step. I spun to face him,"Oxford and Merriam-Webster," the glowering from earlier back, “the dictionary,” I clarafied pleased; his thick brows knitting together the larger I smiled.



Nearly home, “So… why were you angry this morning?” I asked slowing down my pace now that I knew we were nearly at my house and I didn’t want him to go back to the top of the mountain.



“Your sister made me change and my wolf won’t let me change back,” he mumbled, “how did – why won’t your wolf – what does that have to do with me?” I finally settled on a question, the house less than thirty steps, “You can come inside if you’d like, I’m hungry and I’m sure Aunt Julia wouldn’t mind making us sandwiches,” I offered my stomach turning, more uneasy than when I was invited to go to Tera’s house. I stopped when it hit me that she probably wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore because I hurt her brother, my smile dropped and my shoulders hunched as I thought it over reaching the steps once again not noting that Kieran was next to me. Glancing between the porch steps and me, “Connor told you to stay away from me,” he said looking away, his eyes a bit haunted.



“Well Tera and Kiley both said that you liked to be left alone but that didn’t stop me from tracking you up that mountain, now did it?” I challenged. “We can go in the back, there’s a hammock and chair,“ I pointed with my chin, giving Kieran room as I walked by, careful not to touch him, before dropping my bag on the deck, the crutches on the side of the house and digging through my bag for my ipad. “Got it,” I waved it for him to see, “we still need to finish reading this so we know how it ends, I waited for you too,” I smiled even though he had a frown on his face glancing between the ipad and my face. “I mean you – well I know I like to know how books end once I’ve started them and since I started it with you – I thought would like to hear the rest as well,” I rushed to say just as aunt Julia popped her head out back, “Oakley I didn’t hear a car?” she eyed my foot before searching my face. Once she noted I was staring elsewhere she turned to see just what.



Kieran had sat on the lounge chair opposite the hammock, “Oh – oh hello, I’m Oak’s aunt Julia,” she introduced herself, “Kieran,” he replied in a small whisper looking at the stairs to leave, “Oh – ohhh” her eyes widened a bit too much but I couldn’t understand why or what it all meant. I was currently too distracted by Kieran, his face too resolute, focused on the stairs like he was plotting an escape of something. I turned fully towards Aunt Julia before he got any ideas, “We’re going to be reading but… I’m kind of hungry do you think maybe we could get a snack?” I asked hurriedly. “That’s fine,” she smiled, “I’m making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner – will you be staying Kieran?” she offered him, “Yeah he will, I’m going to be reading the story I started when I went to visit him,” he snorted as I answered, “what?”



“Don’t you mean stalked me up the mountain?”



“Who says I stalked you?” I asked a bit angry.



“The dictionary,” he deadpanned, mocking me. I flushed, heat stemming up from my neck to my cheeks, all the way to my hairline I’m sure, snorting, before releasing full on giggles, closing my eyes and falling back onto the hammock.



When I opened my eyes squinting, Kieran was grinning down and aunt Julia was standing in the doorway, glancing between the two of us, her eyes questioning before she left us alone.

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