บท 22: Gathering
Marcus glanced at Cally in the backseat. She appeared lost in thought. "Cally." She looked up at him and focused, "Hmm?" "How did Sarah in archives get the story so wrong about you and the 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘢?" Before she could answer, Collin piped up, "Ah I know this! If I may Madam?" Cally nodded and leaned back into the seat again closing her eyes. "Marta came through this area when it was still under Spanish control. So the language used here was Castilian. Other than my tribe of the 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘢, the language is extinct. Things get lost in translation. Also to be able to claim kinship to the Wotan clan; how awesome is that?" Collin concentrated on driving for a moment, "Marcus you know the Grimm's fairy tales?" "Of course." "Some of it is based on fact. It is changed to make a good story, or the people who knew the details died out or it is lost over time." Marcus nodded and then began to wonder which Grimm's fairy tale the Wotan centered in.
Arriving back to guild hall Cally thanked Collin for the drive and started into the building. Marcus had an apartment off of his offices So he followed behind. "Cally are we going to say anything to each other about what happened in the woods earlier?" "Are you following me again?" she said as she looked over her shoulder with a bewitching smile. "I live here also." Her smile got bigger," Oh how wonderfully convenient." Her head tilted, she thought a second and replied, "Stolen kisses have the sweetest taste. Goodnight Marcus!" And with that she was gone.
The next few days were extremely hectic for Marcus and his security team and of course the rest of Clan Home management. Wolves were arriving from around the globe. The clan homes of the different delegates were bursting at the seams. Guild hall was full. Every build was full and still wolves came. The town of Battery Point's available rooms had been taken up. All of this was a very difficult juggling act for Marcus. Not all pacts or clans got along and then there was a language barrier to many. The Chinese wolves didn't like the Japanese wolves. The Russian wolves didn't like anybody. But Marcus discovered the morning after Cally arrived that he had a special weapon to control all these wolves. If the arriving wolves didn't ask, a casual mention of the Wotan being home was made.
Marcus and his men discovered this ninja tool the next morning in the dining hall when a group of Middle Eastern wolves were upset with Russian wolves over a perceived slight. It might have been the proximity to a non related female or table manners involved in eating bacon. No one was sure by the time Marcus arrived. One raving wolf was not a problem, but a room full was more than his team could handle quickly without injury. Marcus was disgusted. These people were here to pay last respects and were having a violent food fight; that was turning bloody. Cally walked in wearing pink pajamas and bunny slippers. What stood out the most in his mind's eye was the giant white bunny slippers with googly eyes. Her hair hadn't been brushed and she was still yawning.
"Shut up. Jeez, people are trying to sleep." Total silence followed. She hadn't raised her voice. And it was dead silent. Cally then walked over and sat at a still upright table. She pointed to people and demanded them to bring her food. She pointed to the largest man in the room and in perfect Russian said "You, bring me fried eggs with kolbasa." To another man with a long beard she said in Arabic "You bring me falafel, labneh with olive oil and green olives." Then she pointed to someone who was laying on the floor, she asked, "Are you dying? If not I want bacon."
"Mistress, the kitchens did not make these foods." replied the Russian bear. " Did I ask you to bring me cafeteria food? Did I say how to make these foods?" Her voice got quieter and more menacing as she spoke. "Bring me MY BREAKFAST! And clean this mess up! Move!" Everyone scrambled to comply. Everyone except Marcus. He walked over to Cally, "Thank you." She took her eyes off the busy little ants and smiled at Marcus. "You may repay me with a glass of milk, please." He smirked, everyone was ordered except him. As he collected coffee and milk he noticed his security team scrambling to clean. "Jason, what are you doing?" Jason was his lead man. he was also the lead from the day before who dealt with the pile of Red Cliffs clan people. "Boss, the little Lady said clean. I, I have to clean!" he then scurried away with broken plates.
Marcus avoided the dozens of rushing people desperately trying to follow orders and carried Cally her milk. He sat with her and took a sip of his coffee. "Why did your words affect everyone but me?"She was smiling and drinking her milk, of course she would have a milk mustache. "Marcus this is complicated. Hmm, You are a boy and I am a girl..." "Cally I am being serious." "Of course you are. Sigh* how about this, I am the Alpha and Omega of werewolves. And you are the stud I want to date."
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