Chapter 362: 1-1

Chapter 43.1 – Logan POV Wolf and I sat, the unsettled conversation that needed to happen between him and I, lingering around us, the air stifling. “This guy… he’s not going to lead us anywhere,” he muttered and I had to agree with him, Robert had made the effort to free himself, hiking down the Shasta Mountain where I placed him, but he had to know that he was being followed. I nodded, “Even with our guys ‘chasing,’ him, and ‘losing’ his trail-” my cell buzzed before I could finish my thought. Leaning back, I answered, “Hello,” a heavy panting noise scratched from the other side, “Logan?” the person whispered. “Yea, who’s this?” “This is Ethan…” he seemed reluctant to say the rest, “Ethan?” that name not ringing a bell and the number when I pull the phone away again, not one I recall. “Gavino, Gabriel’s brother,” he whispered, “I need help, I need you to help me and my mate – please,” he asked frantically, a pleading desperation in his tone. . . . Chelsea POV Witness protection program. After the incident with Rainy and Chris, on the beach with Brian Simeon, I decided that this process was just like the witness protection program, as in even criminals were offered a second chance if what they had to offer was on someone bigger than them selves. Yet I saw one flaw that the people on the island didn’t truly have, and that was information on the larger target – and despite that, many thought they were entitled to being here.  They were all under some warped impression that I was to protect them under any circumstance, put myself on the line while they rebelled in every sense. I moved around Gabriel’s office once Remy demonstrated what I needed done, leaving me to my own devices. The finished product in my hand I left the room going to the auditorium. When dad was building this place up and developing over the years, he built a hotel type area as well as the individual homes, however he didn’t build a school. I could see why, there wasn’t a need for something like that just yet. Instead, the hotel served that purpose. The first floor to the left wing were transformed into a make shift school area. The hotel had a gym, pool area and library and an auditorium as well. Seating nearly three hundred at a very low incline. Now, I watched as everyone here filed in taking a seat speaking amongst themselves, grumbling – I inhaled holding it for a while before exhaling to calm myself. To ease the boiling in my stomach, and the endless ways I could make them suffer. But I wasn’t going to sink that low, I was going to give them what I realized they were missing. Incentive. The truth was these people most had been here for two years or more, while only the Ryans were new, yet still they didn’t have the type of facts that Remy had been searching. They didn’t have the files that my father – Jason – had filled out about all of these people. As a part of the WPP, you couldn’t have any contact with your old life; you were constantly looking over your shoulder, the unease in your stomach never truly faded. I had lived that, yet even here I didn’t forget about that feeling. I still had the knots in my belly. These people, so many of them had lost that, and now I was going to put it back. The only people that had any sort of connection to the outside world were Lux, Leland and Marlon. Other than that, none of them knew what was happening. Many had come to believe that they were safe. They weren’t. I had heard it, the slip Connor made was minor when Gabriel arrived at their home, ‘finally gave him what he deserves,’ Connor thought. Oh god, please don’t let this be about me, Lola shrank down in her seat next to her father, his arms across his chest in the middle first row, while Gabriel had seated the Ryans on the first row of the left side. I already had my laptop at the podium, I let the white backdrop down, the projector turned on but I kept the lights on. “How is Anthony?” I asked Marlon directly, “Good Luna, he was sleeping, still a bit out, I tried to wake him, but-” I shook my head. “It’s fine, you will be sure to pass tonight’s message along, I hope?” he nodded once. “Good,” my tone serious and just to hear those short exchanges the chatter quieted. “Lets begin, I’m sure all of you are curious to learn just why I called this gathering so close to the last one outside of this very hotel?” I eyeballed certain people, I wasn’t going to look away, they were. When I heard a few ‘yes, Luna’s I continued. “How many of you know now why I am on the island? In fact, how many do not know why? Raise your hands,” I gave a clear command at the end and watched as not a single person lifted their hands. “How many of you are unaware of who I am?” My eyes darted over the audience, “Exactly not a single person in this room currently, doesn’t know who I am, I’m the Queen of the Were. The Chosen One. Everyone knows’ that…” some people nodded, others gaped at me wide eyed. “So my question is, if you know who I am, who do any of you think you are to question my judgment, go against my wishes?” the room was so quiet, you could hear the crickets from outside. “No one is going to speak? You all seem to have plenty to say behind my back, are you all cowardly and unable to say it to my face?” again I looked over the crowd.