Werewolf shape-shifters did their best to remain hidden in society. When out in the world they acted and spoke as humans. This particular pack owned and managed a profitable transportation company, which operated branches across this state and three neighboring ones. That’s why their helicopter was so huge. It was needed to bring all their food and equipment up the mountain as there was no road here. And from what she’d heard, Andorra was the first person to hike up the mountain in more than a generation. In fact, Master Kingston hadn’t even believed she had walked there at first, assuming she was lying and that she’d been brought in by helicopter.
The pack had purchased its first helicopter in the late 1930s and had covered up the trail to the mountain almost immediately thereafter, disguising the entry with rocks and planting sturdy shrubs and bushes, which had grown and covered the pathway in five years.
According to what Nevis had been told, the pack had greeted the invention of the “autogyro” with acclamation, sending several of their young men to learn all about the new machine. Up until then they’d been very careful to buy food and supplies from several different towns, so none of the locals really knew how many people lived on the mountain or where they came from. But carrying everything in was a huge commitment, so they’d also grown much of their own food. Once they could go wherever they wanted and buy whatever they liked, as well as fly their staff in and out, the standard of living of those on the mountain had increased. So had the company profits, as it freed many more men to work in the business instead of laboring in fields.
None of which was the least help in her own situation. It was time she left the mountain and found herself a new job. She’d decided she wanted to join a practice that worked only with children. She always enjoyed watching their enthusiasm as they realized they could learn to speak like other people. Leaving here meant the chances of her finding a Dom would once more fade into the background but it had to be. She needed to move on with her life. Ah well, at least Andorra was happy. That was something.
Nevis became aware of a speck in the sky growing gradually larger. She must have been standing here longer than she thought. Andorra’s first lesson was almost over and she was coming back. The helicopter was flying smoothly and straight, so Andorra was evidently a fast learner. But Nevis had known she would be. She turned and watched as Andorra circled the mountaintop then gradually lowered the helicopter, only bouncing it a small bit and placing it within the rectangle marked with an H, although not in the exact center. However, for a first lesson, Nevis thought it was pretty fantastic to even land it on the roof, never mind inside the rectangle.
She continued watching as Trenton helped Andorra shut down the machine. Only when the blades stopped whirring and the noise had faded did Nevis realize that it was not just Trenton and Andorra in the machine. There was also a huge older man with flecks of gray in his dark hair and very tan skin.
Nevis was not a small woman. She had a medium build with curves in all the usual places and carried possibly ten pounds more on her belly, ass, thighs, and hips than she ought to for her five-foot-eight-inch height. But this man was a giant. Well, a good six inches taller than her anyway, packed with solid muscle over every inch of him. Oh yes. Now that was someone she wouldn’t mind spanking her ass and fucking her. And what a shame he was arriving just when she was about to depart.
The huge man swung an oversized suitcase out of the helicopter and marched over the roof through the garden to the stairs and into the building. Either Trenton had explained to him where to go, or more likely, he’d been here before.
Andorra skipped over the roof to Nevis. “Did you see me fly?”
“I was watching the whole time. You were awesome!”
“It’s not actually all that hard to do. Although, whether I can remember everything Trenton told me next time I fly is something else again.”
Trenton jumped out of the helicopter and locked the chains around the wheels. “You’re a natural, Andorra. Fast reactions and gentle hands. You’ll soon be as good as me.”
The three of them laughed and headed for the stairs. But what Nevis wanted to say was, “Who is that delicious man and how do I get to know him?”
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Bronx Montaine had been so busy reading over his papers that he needed to present to the Alpha that he’d been almost unaware that the woman was flying the chopper, until Trenton warned him the landing might be a bit bumpier than usual. So he’d packed away his paperwork and checked his seatbelt was correctly fastened, but she’d done everything just fine. He’d supposed she must be about ready to go for her flying license until Trenton congratulated her on a perfect first flight. Well, thank the gods he hadn’t known about that, or he might never have gotten in the fucking machine at all. But she was obviously skilled. Anyway, he had far too much to think about to worry about her.