Mason moves to the window to watch as Kaycee walks over to the bed, the conversation between Derrick, Bethany and Kaycee muted by the soundproof walls. Hearing movement at her side, Mason turns to see Megan standing beside her smiling knowingly. Smiling back Mason turns once more to the window rather than start a conversation with the younger Fae. Megan chuckles as Kaycee made a face at something Bethany was saying.
“It's amazing to watch her using her Omega powers. Her personality is so different from what Omegas have come to be expected to be like, and then you see her like this, and it just makes sense that she is one,” Megan says, gaining Mason’s attention away from the scene in the room.
“I almost expected her to take over from her partre one day. She has the right mindset to be a Furraylo, but the Moon Goddess felt she would be better as an Ometha,” Mason shares looking back to watch Kaycee, who glances at the window and waves slightly before focusing again on Derrick and Bethany.
Megan nods and gently takes Mason’s arm to pull her away from the window, “The Goddess probably saw this coming and chose the best soul to protect her yenrika'el. I just hope the Oralyn Bysarype can see that, with how rigid they are about things.” Allowing herself to be pulled down the hall, Mason looks startled at Megan’s mention of the council, causing Megan to laugh when she notices the Hybrid Fae’s face. “Synpartre called me asking me to translate for the Oralyn representatives since I grew up speaking the common Spectyrkyno onquyta’el as well as Oralyn onquyta. Hazards of having the linguist as A’mentre.”
Mason smiles back, letting out a low chuckle. “Yayath-myt-partre Gretchen would probably throw a fit if Partre-myt-partre took her away from her byblra’el to translate spoken word.”
Megan just smiles wider and nods before stopping in front of a door leading to one of the medical based labs. Pushing open the door, Megan lets go of Mason to enter, the Alpha following her in, Mason’s nose immediately filling with the scents of antiseptic, disinfectant, as well as other chemicals in the lab. This lab the Hunters had claimed as their base of data gathering, Heather and Devyn looking over readings from the blood samples on the computer that sits upon one of tables against the right wall along with an analysis machine, the other table holding racks for test tubes and a centrifuge. Along the back wall was a sink with shelving holding a variety of empty graduated cylinders, flasks and test tubes. Off in the back left corner of the lab is an emergency eyewash and shower station. The left side of the room has several ceiling to floor cabinets with glass doors that were holding various bottles and containers that seems to be chemicals to help with researching as well as a tall refrigerator. The center island holds a smaller sink, and several gas fixtures hooked into Bunsen burners. Hector sits in one of the stools at the island, arms crossed and glaring at the counter-top. James is leaning on the wall near the computer, watching the girls work. Hearing the door open, Devyn turns away from the screen and moves to Megan and Mason, an angry look on her face.
“Welcome Alpha, what can we do for you?” James says, reaching forward to cover Devyn’s mouth before she could say a word.
Megan covers her own mouth to try to stifle her giggles at the now struggling Devyn as Mason raises an eyebrow. Turning to look at Hector, Mason sees he is now looking up at her, frustration and worry clearly covering his face. A wind starts rushing around the room as Devyn begins to struggle harder against James’s hold on her, her aura starting to glow brighter to those who could see it. Mason just raises an eyebrow at it as Megan rushes forward to grab at the paperwork threatening to fly about the room.
Heather sighs in agitation, turning away from the computer to face her mate while running a hand through her hair, “James, just let her talk before she really loses control and destroys the samples.”
James glances at his mate a moment before releasing the furious Devyn. Once free Devyn glares darkly at James, causing him to shrink away and moves to stand by Heather who just rolls her eyes at him before returning her attention to the computer.
Devyn, satisfied that James wouldn’t try to stop her again, marches over to Mason and stands toe to toe with the now bemused Alpha. “Kaycee is part of this team. You had no right to order us away when she was wounded and fighting with a rage-filled Were.” Devyn gnashes at Mason, the wind picking up even more in the room as Devyn’s aura flares with her anger.
Mason smirks at Devyn before raising her hand into the small space between them, her hand flicking in the opposite direction of the wind. The wind rushing around the room stalls at the motion, causing Devyn to blink and step back, her aura flashing once before returning to normal. Glancing around the room, Mason waits to see if any of the other Hunters would add to what Devyn had said. When no one speaks up, she returns her focus on Devyn.
“Kaycee is a member of my lycaxyjon, pack, as well as being a part of your fiaxyjon, team. The protocol for a rage-filled Lyca, Were, is for lock-down asap and minimal familiar staff present after it calms. Kaycee locking herself in the cerom, room, was abnormal, but necessary since it was the kynodurk, poison, causing the rage in the first place. It would have been more of a risk for your team to go rushing in after A’testhazeve released the lock-down than if we followed our procedures.” Mason finally replies, causing Devyn’s cheeks to turn red from embarrassment. “Now, are there any other issues I need to address on a’durksau, my medical center’s policies?”
Heather grins over her shoulder as Devyn sheepishly shakes her head. Hector stands up and moves closer to Mason. “Is she at least alright?”
“Kynoyth, nothing too serious or Bethany would have pulled her out, even at the expense of her kartsial, soulmate, succumbing to the kynodurk. I know Kaycee has had worse dermeniel, wounds, than what I saw, from some of your missions.” Mason shares, smiling at Hector understandingly.
Hector nods and moves to sit back down, Devyn moving closer to Heather and the computer. James moves forward with a grin and helps Megan fix the stack of printouts that had become offset by the wind. Heather turns and faces Mason fully, smiling wide, “Did she whine about the blood samples?
Laughing Mason shook her head, “Not really whining but she did try to shydew, hide, her face from Bethany.” The room fills with soft chuckles as the Hunters all share in Mason’s amusement at Kaycee’s reaction, having often heard the Omega complain during check-ups as they grew up. Mason waits for the chuckles to die down and for any further questions to come from the Hunters. When nothing comes, she sighs, “Blue Moon Pack is hosting a full Spectyr Bysarype Bectyth, Supernatural Council Meeting. I will need your data during the presentations of each pack’s poisonings. I believe the packs with Ometha’el are planning to arrive before the rest. You can work with them to find a pattern to who is poisoned, how they are being poisoned, and what is in the poison itself. The goal at the end of this is to have everyone working with the imera, same model of treatment and investigation. I would prefer you to not be in your Hythere imerazolestiel, Hunter uniforms, during this time. Carrying your wrihythere, weapons will be fine, I just don’t want it to be obvious you are part of the hytherexyjon, Hunter Guild.”
Devyn frowns slightly, “A full council meeting? That hasn’t happened in several hundred years. Why call for a full council?”
“Based on the aura readings, specifically from Kaycee and the Fox River Ometha, Omega, this may be an attack from one of the kynowickaxyjoniel, Mage clans, and to even suggest a sect of them are attacking Lyca’el, Weres, needs all of the council presented with the evidence to try and prevent a true race war,” Megan jumps in to explain, using some oralyn words to practice her knowledge for when she would translate for the Oralyn Bysarype Representatives. Mason nods at Megan’s explanation in agreement.
“We were planning on being dressed in regular clothes to not bring attention to us being here for official reasons anyway. Though I will want to wear my uniform to show a representative of the Guild being present during the meetings, the rest of the team will be fine if they sit with their home groups,” Hector replies rubbing his hands across his face.
“That’s reasonable,” Mason replies, standing straight and touching Hector’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you to go over the data. Listen to the durkzeve’el, doctors, on when they tell you to whether or not do something. Our policies are kyno ry imera, not the same as yours. You can go check in on Kaycee in a couple of hours. Just talk to Bethany beforehand so she can be on hand if there are any nekypomediel, situations.”
The Hunters all nod in understanding, Devyn and Heather going back to focus on the computer. Mason and Megan smile at each other before Mason turns and leaves the Hunters to themselves, sighing deeply as the door to the lab shuts behind her. Glancing down the hall, towards the room Kaycee was in with Derrick, Mason forces herself to turn away and make her way out of the medical center instead of checking on the Omega once more. She knew Kaycee would be okay, and would not appreciate being checked up on even given the circumstances. Walking out Mason crosses the challenge ring, the most direct route back to the pack house. She has too much to focus on rather than on her troublesome Omega, even if worrying about Kaycee didn’t bother her truly. She just hopes having the Supernatural Council on her lands would not add to her troubles.
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