Orson
He hated having to phone his old sleuth, but this was for the protection of his firstborn sons and the sleuth. So, he gently kissed his wonderful mate’s forehead while he picked up his phone. He would dial the office number and hopefully skip the shallow greetings and request for conversation from John. As if he cared about anything to do with him.
But his hope was dashed when the office phone rang once before it was John, his stepbrother, who he refused to acknowledge, answered with a much too light-hearted tone. “Niagara Falls Sleuth, how can I help you?”
“I want to speak to Joel,” Orson answered shortly. Joel was the old bear who kept meticulous notes on everything and knew pretty much everything about their histories. He also owned the largest selection of shifter histories th
