Capitalum Building/Guest Living Quarters
Shadow couldn’t sleep. She got her good rest after a shift or a run, but tonight, she was unsettled. Everything about the agreement with the Order just screamed “bad news”, but Jace agreed? Even though she didn’t want to pay too much attention to these Wizard affairs, Shadow was almost forced to when Jace started picking up contracts for the Ministry. There was a lot of political bullshit and drama that was unnecessary, much like a damn soap opera. However, the one detail that she remembered about the Order did not bode well for them. Everything she’d heard, the public knowledge about the organization, said that this “Order” was dead. Disbanded. Done.
They had the former Minister in their grasp, a traitor, and a high-price target, that was for sure, but they didn’t kill him or turn him in. They return him to his daughter ALIVE? Darque pleaded for his life, surrendered with an offer to align his daughter’s alliance with the Lucky 7—and he wasn’t even considered a Beta level to be doing that? How the hell did these human factions function anyway? No wonder the Order couldn’t get themselves running, with offers just being handed out like that, to the next highest bidder.
That was the thing that bothered her. Well, one thing of many… The Lucky 7 weren’t a high-bidding anything. They were mercenaries. They were garou. Were they that desperate? The Order, that is. The pack got along just fine without this little turn of events, and then Jace decided he just wanted to sign them all into this deal where they weren’t allowed to attack anything within a certain radius or bitch slap the next wizard who wants to come up and gawk at them.
Shadow sighed. She was leaning up against the wall beside the door, standing watch. Except, she didn’t have to. Most of the little sissy wizard folk were already tucked in to go night-night, and the pack was left to fend for themselves. At least the mess hall looked decently filled, but that would change soon, given the way the pack tended to eat. She folded her arms and leaned her head back against the cold brick wall, watching the flicker of lights and candles in the other building across the way.
She huffed. That supposed leader, who hardly had a lick of Alpha sense in her, cast them out to the living quarters in their other building. Probably to keep the ‘boogeymen’ away, right? Shadow rolled her eyes at that thought.