Blood Over Law

POV: Nora Ashveil

The rain was doing that thing it always did in Dunmore, coming down sideways, hitting the windshield. I had been sitting in this grey sedan for forty-three minutes, and my coffee was cold, and the man inside the diner was still reading his book.

I watched him through the glass.

He was behind the counter, propped against the register, turning pages slowly. 

I was supposed to be filing a behavioral report. I was supposed to be watching for signs of escalation, unusual contacts, any indication that Eli Carver had done more with that photograph than post it online and then delete it.

I had watched him for forty-three minutes, and the most dangerous thing he had done was laugh at his book.

I wrote in my notes: subject displays no escalating behavior. No unusual contacts. Recommend continued low-level monitoring.

Then I looked at the three pack enforcers parked down the block and felt something tighten in my chest.

They were not supposed to be here.

Caldren had sent me for assessment, not action. Assessment meant watching, filing the report, making a recommendation. Action was something else entirely, and the way those three wolves were sitting in that truck with the engine off and their eyes on the diner door told me they had not come here to file anything.

I got out of the car.

The rain hit me immediately, soaking through my jacket. I reached the truck before any of them saw me coming, and I knocked on the driver's window once, hard.

The window came down. The wolf behind the wheel was young, maybe twenty-two, someone I had trained two years ago. He looked surprised to see me, which meant Caldren had not told him I was here.

"Enforcer Ashveil," he said.

"You're off-route," I said. "This sector is under my assessment. Who authorized your presence?"

He looked at the other two. "We got a secondary call," he said. "The Alpha wanted eyes on the exit routes."

"The Alpha assigned me to this sector," I said. "If there was a secondary directive, I would have received it. You're going to pull out now, and you're going to log this as a routing error."

He did not move immediately. I had trained him, but Caldren outranked me, and we both knew it.

I held his gaze and said nothing else.

After four seconds he started the engine.

I stood in the rain and watched them pull away. I turned and looked through the diner window.

Eli Carver had set his book down. He was looking at the door.

Not at me. Just at the door. He picked his book back up.

I stood there a moment longer than I needed to.

When I got back in my car I sat very still and looked at my notes on the tablet. The report said low threat. It said continued monitoring. It said no immediate action required.

I hit submit.

Then I sat there thinking about the way those three wolves had looked at the diner.

My phone buzzed.

I looked at the screen.

Caldren.

I picked up.

"Report," he said. No greeting. 

"Subject is clean," I said. "No escalating behavior. No contacts of concern. I'm recommending a second week of low-level observation and then a full clearance."

A pause. 

"I saw the patrol redirect," he said.

I did not react. "They were off-route. I corrected it."

"They were there at my direction."

"You didn't tell me."

"I don't need to tell you everything, Nora." His voice was calm. "I wanted redundant eyes."

"I had it covered."

"You had the inside," he said. "I wanted the outside."

I looked at the diner. Eli had moved from behind the counter to refill a customer's coffee at the far end of the room.

"He's not a threat," I said.

"You've been watching him for forty-three minutes."

"That's what monitoring is."

"Extend the watch," Caldren said. "Another week."

"Understood."

A pause again. 

"And Nora," he said.

"Yes."

"Don't get close."

The line went dead.

I set the phone down on the passenger seat.

Don't get close. It was a standard directive. I had heard it before. It meant maintain professional distance, maintain objectivity, do not let the subject become a person to you. It was basic protocol.

I knew that.

I also knew that Caldren did not repeat basic protocol unless he had already seen the thing he was warning against.

I looked at the diner one more time. Eli was back behind the counter, back at his book, completely unaware that I existed. Completely unaware that three wolves had just been pointing themselves at his exit routes.

I pulled up the monitoring extension form on my tablet.

I should have filled it out and driven back to the compound.

Instead I sat there for another four minutes looking at the warm light inside that diner and trying to figure out why I had gotten out of the car at all, why I had sent those enforcers away without even thinking about it.

I did not come up with an answer.

I submitted the extension and pulled out into the rain, and I did not look at the diner again.

But I had already decided I was coming back tomorrow.