Bimbo

Marcus looked at Councilwoman Rosemount and sighed heavily. He briefly thought this was the quietest she had been since she came to Clan Home. "Can you speak now?" he asked generally. He really didn't care. enraged eyes screamed and cried but not a sound escaped her. "I'll check on your people , why don't I, while we wait on Olen's friend to release you?" Marcus said it this way so as to remind her she was in Olen's space and therefore in the wrong.

He stepped out into the hallway as the med techs were arriving. Tom Richardson had been moved by the security detail along with the rest to lie individually in the hallway, instead of in a pile. Marcus's lead man on the scene looked up, "Boss, what the HELL?""There are maybe 4-5 people in the world who can stop us in our tracks. Look at Tom's knee!" Marcus could clearly see the shattered knee as the pants leg had been cut away. Tom had passed out from the pain. The knee was so much ground meat from shattered bone. It truly looked as if his knee had been caught in a wood chipper. "She's Olen's friend." Security and the arriving med techs looked up in astonishment. "Olen had a female friend who was capable of all this?" "Hmm.."

After only a few minutes Marcus heard noises from the room behind him and said before moving back in, "Get the cleaners up here asap." he saw Cally had already returned. She had changed to a white knit top with pearl buttons, navy slacks and was carrying a pair of sandals. She had brushed out her honey blonde hair and added lip gloss. Marcus stared at the beauty before him and tried to think if he had ever seen anyone as beautiful. That's when he noticed the sound of a shower running. Shocked he asked, "They are already changed?" Werewolves don't change that fast. Older more powerful wolves could change fast but this was too incredible. Cally looked up while putting on her shoes, "Mmm huh."

She then looked at the apoplectic councilwoman, "Do you have anything you wish to say?" At that second the beloved princess of the Red Cliffs Clan jumped to her feet screaming, "My Father will KILL YOU! He will rip you apart! You have NO idea who you are messing with!" Catherine had started her day looking like any high class executive, gold silk blouse, a darker tan trouser, black high heels understated gold jewelry , her makeup carefully applied and her hair in a loose chignon. Now, she was red to purple with rage in the face, her blonde hair in total disarray. Her clothes were crooked and showed signs of having been twisted in someone's small hands. You can't handle silk that way! Ha!

Catherine Regina Rosemount, the pride and joy of the Clan Chief, his only daughter in all his long life had never been treated this way! Sure, she was pampered and spoiled but if Daddy let her; who could stop her? She was also very willful, she knew she probably shouldn't have simply decided to take over these rooms before Olen was even cold, let alone telling Daddy. But she liked doing things first and then telling Daddy. That way he would smile indulgently, shrug his shoulders and say, "What's done is done."

Cally turned to the silent beautiful man, "Do you have her Father's number?" Marcus was working on containing his expressions as he was receiving so many shocks so rapidly. "Sure." He pulled his cell out quickly scrolled to the correct number, dialed and handed his phone over. "It's ringing." "Thank you." Cally heard the other end pick up and as soon as she heard "Hello, Marcus." She launched into a tirade. "You sorry good for nothing bucket of rotten snails. Tu imbécile! crétin! You send a dégénéré connasse to Clan Home? Tu me gonfles!" Jean Michel are you going mad?" This last part was said softly with malicious intent. Mad wolves must be put down. Catherine shut up in mid sentence. "Eh? How did she know that her Father was French?"

Jean Michel Rosemount, was stunned, *Oh crap* there was only one person who called him rotten snails. "Um Rebecca?" "I am most sorry you have caught me at a disadvantage." "Catherine....." "Ta gueule!" "J'en ai plus rien à foutre!" "Listen closely, your daughter entered my home without permission. She and YOUR people were stealing MY things. How should I respond?" Jean Michel was half a world away and terrified. His daughter had managed to piss off the Wotan. * bordel de merde bordel de merde* Jean Michel stood behind his desk, his mind a complete blank momentarily. *She had asked if he was mad--* With great effort he asked, "How would the most benevolent Wotan like to handle this terrible misunderstanding?"

Catherine was speechless, not because of Cally's control but she could clearly hear her Father practically begging this little girl, this nobody! Marcus could hear the conversation as well. He was thinking carefully about what he was hearing. Jean Michel obviously thought he was talking to someone named Rebecca Wotan and was scared shitless. But the beautiful girl had said Cally was her name. He had even found paperwork Olen had left for her bearing the name Cally Wotan. Wolves needed to rename themselves after so many years to hide themselves; this could be the reason.

Cally smiled, "Jean Michel, I am a reasonable person." Jean Michel was thinking *not in my lifetime* She continued, I threw your people out and broke a few bones along the way. Your daughter has not been punished yet as I can clearly smell your bloodline. I require compensation. I want a birch tree. I want it in 4 days delivered here to Clan Home. If nothing is missing and nothing is damaged I will be satisfied and not seek further compensation." Jean Michel took a shuddering breath, "I can do this gladly to clear up any misunderstandings." "However, Jean, if one thing is missing or broken.

Je vais disperser tes os."