Glory
Angela doesn’t become a shell of a woman; she becomes a fighter for her daughter’s cause. We’ve been printing out missing person flyers and hanging them in every store window, all town poles, and some have made their way onto the internet’s numerous sites for missing and exploited children. The only thing that bothers me, is that we’ve found out that there are twelve missing women and children in our area alone. How does this even happen without it becoming public knowledge?
I’m on my laptop when something catches my attention. I’ve done a google search using Maritsa’s photograph and have happened upon an auction site. One very deeply embedded in the dark web. Not easily found, but it’s hit on her thanks to facial recognition. Fuck, she’s being auctioned off. I have to get to Blaze and tell him immediately. I can’t let Angela see this, especially seeing as she’s being bid on. I feel like a shit friend hiding this from her, but there are words that threaten my kind. My shifter brethren.
Young mates.
Breeders.
Those are the two phrases that stick out like a sore thumb. They are kidnapping humans in order to change them into shifters and use them for breeding purposes. Some give up waiting on their destined mates to find them, needing offspring to carry on their line. But this, this is going too far. It has to be stopped. I make my excuses and leave Angela, who is lost in her own world and barely acknowledges that I’m leaving.
Blaze
We’ve just wrapped up church and I’m sitting in my office chair when the door bangs open. It’s deja vu when Glory comes charging in. “You have to see this,” she demands as she opens up her laptop in front of me.
“Well, hello to you too, Glory,” I tease her. She gives me a no-nonsense look as she finds the page she was searching for.
“This isn’t a joking matter, Blaze. Look!” My eyes follow her finger and widen when I see what she’s pointing at.
“Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!” I roar out as I read the site’s details. They’re offering human women to be changed as potential, unwilling mates, and auctioned off as breeding stock to all shifters. “How did you find this?”
“Remember that program I downloaded a few years back when I was searching for my father?” I nod my head remembering her doing just that. “I did a Google picture search using it, and voila!” She points to the picture of Maritsa in a cage, eyes wide and a terrified look plastered on her face. “I’ve heard ramblings of shifters freaking out due to their kind going extinct. I never in a million years thought they’d be taking this road.”
“Desperation does crazy things to a man. I still find that I have a hard time understanding them hitting this level, however. We have to stop this. Glory, I need you to send this link to me in an email. Can you do that for me?” I’m nowhere near as technologically adept as she is, but I can click on a link and follow it.
“Yeah, do you want me to send it to Dakota as well?” Dakota is known to the brothers as Decoder, but Glory grew up with him and always calls him by his given name. He’s a whiz on a computer and can break any code, but I haven’t made this a priority to him yet, although it looks as if his other projects will be placed on hold.
“No, babe. I’ll take care of it,” I promise her.
“I’m gonna keep my eye on this site though,” she emphatically informs me. Knowing her the way I do; I recognize determination in her and know there’s no way I can dissuade her from doing this.
“Only observe, Glory. I mean it,” I state, pointing a finger at her.
“Fine, I’ll only watch. But Blaze, if I feel she’s being sold off I’m gonna bid.” She innocently shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t want you in the middle of this, Glory.”
“Too late,” she says, closing her laptop. She leans over, giving me a quick kiss and exits the room. I shake my head at her brazen balls and chuckle under my breath. I love her loyalty to her friend, but now, it seems I’ll have to have Decoder keeping an eye on her and her activity.
Damn woman’s gonna be the death of me.
186
Blaze
I called Chief Anderson and told him to cancel his media briefing. When he informed me it was too late to do so, I asked that he keep us out of it, for now. Shifters will know when our name is announced as assisting, exactly who we are. We are well-known, especially in the community of supernaturals. We’re known for our ruthless ways, our take-no-shit attitudes, and every single being knows how we feel about trafficking… human and shifter alike. We will not sit idly by and let them steal humans, change them, then breed them.
Shifter’s mates are precious to them, although some grow tired of waiting to find that other missing piece of their soul. They get desperate and steal an unwilling human from the streets. That’s horrible enough as it stands, but this, it’s fucking ludicrous. I pick up my cell and call Kane, my VP, in for a meeting. We need to put our heads together and come up with a solid plan before bringing in our enforcers and club’s SAA. My frame of thinking is we need to get someone inside of this organization. We need to take them down from the inside out. I send out a brief text to Kane asking him to come into my office. Getting up from my chair, I walk over to my humidifier and pull out one of my Cuban cigars. Taking my cutter, I
