The Fugitive Luna

Chapter 2: Liam

I make it back to the pack house and find Noah just hanging out on the front steps. He doesn’t seem too worried about what just happened. I move up the steps and feel the floorboards creak under my weight. I really need to find a way to update this place. The prior alpha let the whole pack run down because he was too busy chasing after my sister-in-law. The sad thing is he already had a mate. He just didn’t like the fact she was a witch.

Noah sighs and shakes his head. “So, I guess we aren’t going out tonight, huh?”

I smile and shake my head slightly. “No, we are. We just have to be extra careful. If there are dangerous rogues running around the area, we don’t need to get into it with them in front of the humans.”

Noah scoffs. “You would think the humans would figure it out that we are real eventually. They are either really stupid or really scared of us.”

“Maybe both.” I shrug my shoulders. We both laugh and head upstairs to our bedrooms to get cleaned up after our training session.

This pack house is kind of small compared to what I am used to. It is the largest building on the land, but it is only half the size of what my brother has back home. This pack house has four floors: a ground floor that is communal for the whole pack, a first floor that is for business and administrative use, a second floor that is for the beta and his family, and the third floor that is for the alpha and his family.

The top two floors each have common areas so the families can truly have family time, but nothing too crazy or out of the ordinary. The common area has a large game room filled with arcade games, pool tables, foosball, air hockey, and board games that line the walls on bookshelves. It also has a large banquet hall that is used only for special events from what I was told. At the very back of the communal area is a large industrial grade kitchen meant to feed the whole pack, but nothing in there seems to have ever been touched.

The backyard of the pack house has been overgrown with weeds since I got here but underneath all of the mess seems to be a large swimming pool. I have thought about getting it cleaned up, but instead I keep focussing on the finances of the pack and its wellbeing. Allen really did let this pack fall into a terrible state of being.

Once I got cleaned up, I headed to my office and started working on some of the stuff I still needed to do for the pack. The plan is to start trying to finance sustainability for the whole pack by getting things like solar panels, wind mills, and even digging a few wells to use groundwater for some of our needs. When I got here, the whole pack was starving and no one seemed to have any idea about what was going on. Apparently when Allen took control of the pack after Will killed Mitchell, he decided to let his pack starve. There was no food, no running water, and nowhere for the people to truly live.

Within the first six months of me being here, I changed that. I made sure that everyone in the pack had a job, even the ones with little to no education were given something to do. This helped to stimulate the economy for the pack, but it wasn’t enough. At that point, I had to call for help. I first called my father, who is now the alpha of Blue Moon until Max comes of age. The best Idea he had was to try and find some type of crop or good to sell to the humans.

I started digging into the historical aspects of the pack and found the only thing they did was hunt and fish. I started looking into the other assets of the pack and found that they own a small part of the marina in Mobile Bay and decided that was going to be my ticket into getting the pack back on its feet. I started doing research and found that the part of the marina we owned had several good fishing spots. I spoke with some of the elders of the pack and we agreed to give it a shot. We purchased two large fishing boats and sent them both out with a team each. The first few months only brought back enough to cover the cost of expenditures until I dug a little deeper. I started researching the best types of fish to catch, what bait to use, and even the normal seasons they are most active.

That led me to change up our approach on how to make this work out. Once I got all of that figured out, the investments started to produce more and more profit. At first it was only enough to cover the cost of electricity for the pack. Now that we have been doing it for almost two years, we are able to completely live off the profit of the business.

We have expanded our fleet of boats so we can have two boats per creature type that we sell to the fish markets. We fish for pink shrimp, oysters,crabs, red snappers, flounder, and speckled trout. This means we have income options year round and can support the pack this way. We have two extra boats in our fleet that are tour boats so tourists can ride out to sea and try to find wildlife like dolphins and sharks. Because of the added income of this business, we are able to tackle any other unexpected expenditures. Once these two businesses took flight, it was smooth sailing as far as building the pack back up.

I have been able to increase the pack from the mere seven hundred or so pack members to right at one thousand since I took over. Apparently while Allen was alpha, he started taking in the underage omega females, raping them, and then killing them when he was finished with them. The bastard deserved what Will did to him and so much more. Because of his actions, several of the former pack members left and either joined the one of the other three packs farther north of us, moved to a different state and joined one of their packs, or became rogues. In this case, I feel being a rogue would have been better too.

After I finished with the work I needed to do, I went back to my bedroom to get ready for our adventure tonight. I decided to throw on a pair of jeans that hug my ass and legs. I know the ladies love the eye candy and I don’t mind them looking. I put on a black fitted t-shirt that shows off my chest and then take my black leather belt and slide it through the belt loops of my jeans. I finish the look off with a pair of riding boots and my black leather jacket. I know that Noah and I will be taking our bikes to wherever we decide to go, so I dress for the slide and not the ride.

Once I finish putting my clothes on, I brush my teeth, dab on a bit of cologne, and then style the long part of my hair. Since moving to Alabama, I keep my hair longer at the top of my head and then let it fade towards the bottom. It isn’t the style I kept back at home, but that is because I didn’t have to constantly work out in the heat.

I quickly found my wallet and phone and threw them both into the pockets of the leather jacket. I found my bike helmet and then walked down stairs and met Noah right before he walked out the front door.

“Hey, so where are you planning on taking me tonight?”

Noah smirked as he stopped and turned around. “Well, I know this little hole in the wall club down by the beach. The owner is a beautiful woman who doesn’t speak English very well. When I hit on her, I get free drinks. Well, I think she is the owner. She might be the owner’s wife or daughter, but I’m not sure. Anyway, I get free drinks that she over pours on and I get to grind on some beautiful women who have no clue what I am saying half the time.”

I look at him in utter disbelief. “You mean to tell me, you are taking me somewhere that the women don’t speak English, have no idea what you are asking them to do, and you are entirely okay with not being able to communicate with them?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I mean, I have been slapped around a few times by them, but I think it is because I get handsee more times than not. It is technically a strip club.” He smirks and then gives me a wink.

I groan and shake my head. “Man, none of those girls want to be anywhere near you outside of that place. You do know that, right?”

He shrugs again. “I mean, I’ve gotten several of them to meet me in the alleyway behind the club and suck my dick.” He looked up as if he was thinking about something. “I did have to give them like fifty dollars to do it though.”

I groan and slap my hand to my forehead. “You’re a dumbass.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault I get so drunk I don’t remember what I am doing half the time.”

I look up at him and I know my face says it all. “How do you ever make it home alive?”

He chuckles. “That’s easy, I take an uber there and then stagger back home because I don’t remember how to get one when I’m f****d up from the ground up. You know, I really am glad you are coming with me this time. I know it is going to be so much fun!”

“Yeah, so much fun.” I groan sarcastically. He laughs as we walk out the front door and head to our bikes. I throw my leg over it and rev the engine a few times while I make some adjustments to my side mirrors.

I have been lucky enough to convince Noah to start at least wearing a leather jacket when he rides and a full face helmet, but he still insists on wearing tennis shoes instead of proper riding boots. I know he will learn the hard way one day, but I still want to look out for him.

After he links me and says he is ready to go, we slowly pull out of the driveway of the pack house and head toward the downtown area of the city.