Over the past week, Stormie has been catching up with every single pack member. She'd divided
them up so she could personally visit with 100 a day so that by the end of the week, she had
talked to all of them.
Clearly as she sits on my lap with her head rested on my shoulder, it's exhausted her.
"Can we go to bed now," she grumbles.
I chuckle lightly and shake my head. It's ten p.m. and I know she tired, but I can't go yet.
"I have ten more files to do backgro
und checks on and approve or dissaprove of. You can go if you want, but Call R to take you
there and watch you till I come back."
Stormie kicks her feet in frustration.
"I'm not leaving you," she pouts sitting up. "I'll help."
She grabs five of the files and starts flipping through them. Using the extra computer, she
processes everyone easily. She's always been a great cyber stalker. We’re both on our last folder
when she pauses.
"Ragnar? This girl seems ok, but she has a record for trouble. It's not small stuff either. She was
a traitor to her first pack and a murder in her second. Should I deny her entry?"
I scan the document and look at the picture of the short haired brunette. Rachel. She's pretty, but
sounds like trouble.
"There's a lot of things she could have done to be labeled a traitor and a lot of us here are
murderers anyway. Does it say what her victim was doing? Maybe it was self-defense?"
Stormie shakes her head.
"Maybe she just wants a fresh start. Grant a meeting and I'll question her on it before approving."
Stormie nods and by the time I finish my last file, there's a ping on her laptop.
"Rachel Brosnie agreed to the meeting. She's requested tomorrow at nine a.m."
It's early, but I nod anyway. Within five minutes, everything is set up and we're ready to go.
"So... I was thinking we could have a little midnight picnic at the cave by the lake," I suggest
holding up a basket by my desk.
Stormie smiles and nods. Tonight will be another great night with my mate and I absolutely
can't wait to make love to her again and again.