Lacey's Luhpynes(2)By: Honor James
As well, each of the races from beyond the Veil placed their own representatives, just to ensure the humans never again tried to attack them and hurt them. Once, they would forgive and help them learn, but a second would mean total and absolute annihilation of the human race. The races beyond the Veil were forgiving, but only to a point.
June 20, 2034
Checking his weapon, Zhubin slipped the blade into the sheath between his shoulder blades. Next he assessed the gun and put it into the holster under his arm. Shutting his locker, he left the change room and headed for the briefing room to find out who he was with for his night’s tour.
For the last six years he’d been a part of the Alien and Earth Defensive Alliance, or AEDA. He was not human, he was Luhpyne or wolf as the humans termed it, which, at seven feet one inch wasn’t exactly a surprise. While there were a few humans as tall, his build gave him away fully. He was built thick of chest, wide of shoulder and moved with a preternatural ability no human could ever replicate, not even dancers or Special Forces.
His eyes too gave away his alien heritage. They were silver with a lining of violet that had a shape that mirrored the eyes of the pets humans kept called cats. His hair was so dark it absorbed light, mirroring his pelt in his other form. He was muscled, stronger than any human and his voice, which was a deep rumble like a rock slide, held just a hint of a non-human accent.
Stepping into the briefing room he moved along the back, behind the humans who were much shorter in stature, and nodded to his best friend, Ansell, who looked bored. He was about to speak but their Captain, a non-human, stepped up in front. “Ladies and gentlemen. As you know we’ve been hearing some more threats coming out of the Human Purity groups. It’s all over the news so I’m sure none of you have missed it.”
He paused as there was a low murmur and several heads nodding. “Be aware out there, the groups are starting to raise a fuss again so take nothing for granted. Keep your eyes and ears open, anything that sounds even remotely useful let us know. Even if you think it’s nothing give it to us. In the grand scheme it could mean a lot.”
Another murmur and some more nods. “All right. First up—” He looked to the back of the room. “Agent Zhubin, I need you with Agent Lacey Rose to head over to the warehouses. We have multiple casualties out there, human and non-. The coroner is already on his way out to meet the uniforms that found and are securing the scene now.”
Zhubin dropped his gaze to the woman who was to be his partner for the case. She was smart, sassy and sexy, the three S’s that was also trouble with a capital T wrapped in a layer of sin with a very capital and heavily underlined S. Meeting her gaze he tipped his head slightly. She hated him, but on the job she would be professional and her smarts were always an asset.
“You two can head out, the rest of you,” the Captain continued and shuffled through some papers before he started up.
Exiting the briefing room as the Captain handed out more assignments, he held the door for Lacey as she stepped out. Letting it close he followed on her heels toward the back door into the parkade. Knowing her she’d want to drive, so he stuck his hands into the pockets of his black cargo pants.
Pausing at the door to the garage while she got their assigned vehicle, Zhubin let his eyes move over her. She was tall for a woman of human origins. And she was all human and all woman. She had muscles to her, nothing bulky, but svelte and perfectly proportioned. She also had killer curves, ones she’d used more than once to get someone to say or do something dumb.
Agent Rose was one hell of a woman, one that even he knew would be a perfect match for the right man. Did he think he was the right man? On occasion he had that thought, then she’d open her mouth and it all went downhill. She had a razor-sharp tongue, slicing and dicing a man’s ego into little pieces too easily. She didn’t take bullshit, ever, and could play with the big boys. Hell, he’d even seen her go toe to toe with one of his people on more than one occasion leaving them to limp away with their tail between their legs.
Pushing open the door for her, he held it and rolled his eyes when she went through. She’d given him a look of death. Sue him, he had manners. He believed chairs and doors should be held for a woman. He believed a man should pick up the check or, at the very least, offer to do so. He also believed that a man should protect those smaller and weaker than him even when they didn’t like the idea.
She on the other hand, ballbuster that she was, seemed to believe men were good for nothing. No, he didn’t think she was into other women. She seemed to appreciate the male form well enough and even had, a time or two, been seen checking males out. By him at least, not that he’d ever said anything to alert her to the fact he’d caught her mentally stripping down a male. He wasn’t an idiot.