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annwfyn.livejournal.comThe first angry father arrived in November.
Jerusalem was rather at a loss as to what he should say. His years of travelling, the battles he had fought, even the machinations of the Garou Nation had somehow not prepared him for the sight of a man with an extremely large moustache shouting at him in broken English about his missing daughter.
Apparently he had a daughter. A kinfolk daughter, from what Jerusalem could tell, although this wasn't entirely certain. And she was fifteen. Definitely fifteen. The man with the moustache was repeating this quite a lot. Jerusalem was uncertain of the significance of this. He was vaguely aware that the monkey-kind aged differently to his kind and so fifteen was actually relatively young. However, his lupus brain kept thinking of fifteen as old, and so he didn't really understand why the fact that this man's elderly kinfolk was missing had caused such consternation.
He wasn't quite sure who this man was. Thankfully a packmate was on hand to remind him that the gentleman was a Glasswalker Elder, who had arrived at the Sept Between Worlds via a moonbridge from the Wheel of Ptah.
"'Scuse me..." Jerusalem tried to drawl, but found that getting a word in edgeways was harder than expected. The bafflement was rising. From the stream of monkey babble, he managed to ascertain that a pack of Garou had appeared at the Sept of Sophia (this was making more sense! He knew that Sept! It was in Istanbul) and when they departed, this elderly...no...this young kinfolk had vanished with them.
"She was angry with me," the man with the moustache snapped. "I punish her. Because she is fifteen! Fifteen year old do not text boys all the time, or spend all night on internet. She is not dating yet. Is too young, and I want her to wait for nice boy of her own kind."
He glowered at Jerusalem.
"Stupid young wolves from England not what I had in mind!"
Jerusalem frowned. Eloping with inappropriate girls was something his Sept were good at. But who was behind this? And where was the girl?
He was fairly sure that Jamie had no part in it. He had seen Jamie earlier that day, and the Silver Fang Elder hadn't said anything about kidnapping anyone's kin. In fact, Jamie had mostly been talking about his recent visit to Griffin's Glen, and his plans for a weekend away with Mhairi. Michael Stands Ready was another who, once, had had a reputation as a womanizer, but that had faded somewhat of late, and he had been down in Brighton for this past week with Unity.
There was, of course, the Mammoth Pack. He wouldn't put anything past Llyr, when in the right frame of mind, but they had been up north for the last couple of months. He'd had word from Griffin's Glen that they had gotten caught up in some kind of trouble in the Scottish Highlands. Neachtan, apparently, had had to face a side to his past that he hadn't been quite ready for. Sometimes about the sins of his ancestors...but that was a story Jerusalem hadn't heard.
Marcus Rolling Thunder...?
No...the Elder in question did not have quite the right mixture of fury and utter bafflement on his face that normally accompanied a Marcus Rolling Thunder visit, and Marcus (according to the most recent scandal) preferred his woman to be a little more on the lycanthropic side.
All this was leading to one hideous suspicion.
The Oblique Approach were not in London. In fact, Jerusalem had this nasty feeling that they had been heading out to the east of Europe. And Shadow had been acting very oddly when they left. In fact, he'd been acting oddly ever since he broke up with Aeryn.
The man with the large moustache had paused in his shouting now and was looking at Jerusalem expectantly.
"You are Alpha," he said firmly. "You will get my daughter back."
Jerusalem sighed.
He had this sinking sensation in his belly (which even a wolf could recognise as a premonition). Down the pack link he heard Lucy's voice, sounding strangely resigned.
"I'll just call Feudbringer, shall I?" she asked.
"Reckon so..." Jerusalem said and glanced back at the angry Glasswalker Elder in front of him.
That feeling in his stomach was getting worse and he had this nasty feeling that it was only the beginning.
Jerusalem was rather at a loss as to what he should say. His years of travelling, the battles he had fought, even the machinations of the Garou Nation had somehow not prepared him for the sight of a man with an extremely large moustache shouting at him in broken English about his missing daughter.
Apparently he had a daughter. A kinfolk daughter, from what Jerusalem could tell, although this wasn't entirely certain. And she was fifteen. Definitely fifteen. The man with the moustache was repeating this quite a lot. Jerusalem was uncertain of the significance of this. He was vaguely aware that the monkey-kind aged differently to his kind and so fifteen was actually relatively young. However, his lupus brain kept thinking of fifteen as old, and so he didn't really understand why the fact that this man's elderly kinfolk was missing had caused such consternation.
He wasn't quite sure who this man was. Thankfully a packmate was on hand to remind him that the gentleman was a Glasswalker Elder, who had arrived at the Sept Between Worlds via a moonbridge from the Wheel of Ptah.
"'Scuse me..." Jerusalem tried to drawl, but found that getting a word in edgeways was harder than expected. The bafflement was rising. From the stream of monkey babble, he managed to ascertain that a pack of Garou had appeared at the Sept of Sophia (this was making more sense! He knew that Sept! It was in Istanbul) and when they departed, this elderly...no...this young kinfolk had vanished with them.
"She was angry with me," the man with the moustache snapped. "I punish her. Because she is fifteen! Fifteen year old do not text boys all the time, or spend all night on internet. She is not dating yet. Is too young, and I want her to wait for nice boy of her own kind."
He glowered at Jerusalem.
"Stupid young wolves from England not what I had in mind!"
Jerusalem frowned. Eloping with inappropriate girls was something his Sept were good at. But who was behind this? And where was the girl?
He was fairly sure that Jamie had no part in it. He had seen Jamie earlier that day, and the Silver Fang Elder hadn't said anything about kidnapping anyone's kin. In fact, Jamie had mostly been talking about his recent visit to Griffin's Glen, and his plans for a weekend away with Mhairi. Michael Stands Ready was another who, once, had had a reputation as a womanizer, but that had faded somewhat of late, and he had been down in Brighton for this past week with Unity.
There was, of course, the Mammoth Pack. He wouldn't put anything past Llyr, when in the right frame of mind, but they had been up north for the last couple of months. He'd had word from Griffin's Glen that they had gotten caught up in some kind of trouble in the Scottish Highlands. Neachtan, apparently, had had to face a side to his past that he hadn't been quite ready for. Sometimes about the sins of his ancestors...but that was a story Jerusalem hadn't heard.
Marcus Rolling Thunder...?
No...the Elder in question did not have quite the right mixture of fury and utter bafflement on his face that normally accompanied a Marcus Rolling Thunder visit, and Marcus (according to the most recent scandal) preferred his woman to be a little more on the lycanthropic side.
All this was leading to one hideous suspicion.
The Oblique Approach were not in London. In fact, Jerusalem had this nasty feeling that they had been heading out to the east of Europe. And Shadow had been acting very oddly when they left. In fact, he'd been acting oddly ever since he broke up with Aeryn.
The man with the large moustache had paused in his shouting now and was looking at Jerusalem expectantly.
"You are Alpha," he said firmly. "You will get my daughter back."
Jerusalem sighed.
He had this sinking sensation in his belly (which even a wolf could recognise as a premonition). Down the pack link he heard Lucy's voice, sounding strangely resigned.
"I'll just call Feudbringer, shall I?" she asked.
"Reckon so..." Jerusalem said and glanced back at the angry Glasswalker Elder in front of him.
That feeling in his stomach was getting worse and he had this nasty feeling that it was only the beginning.
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