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for going public. Had those very same details already made their way into today's papers? The Edinburgh Herald was a local rag, but news had a way of spreading.
Had he shared anything crucial? He wasn't sure anymore.
The car came to a halt in the same place it had done yesterday.
"I'll pick you guys up when I'm done with my meeting," Eric mumbled.
The three Scottish bears got out of the car in silence, and Eric drove off behind them. Then, James' pocket began to vibrate. He got his phone out. Charlie.
Henry and Gail exchanged a look, which he tried his best to ignore. He also ignored the call and put the phone back into his pocket.
"Let's go. We don't want to be late," James said.
Henry and Gail took the lead, and James followed. They passed through security and entered the building without incident. James was almost waiting for Charlie to show up again, intercepting them on their way to the Home Secretary's offices, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He wasn't sure how he'd react if he ran into her now. She'd lied to him by omission. She'd allowed him to think their reunion had been a coincidence. Still, he couldn't shake all those feelings he had towards her. It couldn't all have been an act from her side. Or was he so blinded by his own guilt and attraction that he just couldn't see the truth?
They were made to wait in a spacious wood paneled room, much nicer and more impressive than the one Eric's MP had received them in. The atmosphere was tense, and none of them spoke a word. Instead, James did his best to focus on the talking points they'd agreed on, while trying to forget about Charlie's deception.
About ten minutes later, the door behind them swung open, and the Home Secretary herself marched in, flanked by two armed guards. James was actually relieved to see the guards; finally, here was someone who had assessed the risks of meeting with three bear shifters and taken precautions.
"Morning," the Home Secretary said while scrutinizing each of the three visitors one by one. "What can I do for you?"
Despite the implied politeness of the question, James knew that what she really meant was for the shifters to justify their presence here. So after a short introduction by Henry, James took over.
"Madam Secretary, essentially, some of our kind have appointed themselves as a sort of shadow government. They've created laws, which are being enforced by an agency I am sure you wouldn't want to associate with your government. Many of our kind have been made to believe that this shadow government is the only legitimate authority in our world, and whatever happens in London is irrelevant to us."
"This authority you speak of is the Alliance, which your group has grown out of, I suppose?" The woman folded her hands and kept her steely gaze locked on James. Considering how petite she was in comparison to the huge wooden desk, as well as the shifters opposite her, the Home Secretary still commanded immense respect. She had the body language of an alpha.
"That's right. Adrian Blacke - the Alliance's leader - is used to ruling his people the way he sees fit. Secrecy helped him secure his position, of course, now that we've forced his hand, he's scrambling to remain relevant in a post-reveal world. We believe he will approach you, if he hasn't already."
The woman nodded, and somehow still managed to give nothing away. She wasn't about to show her hand and share whether or not she'd already been in contact with Blacke, James thought. Of course, she wouldn't. Knowledge is power.
"The point is, Blacke is used to ruling with complete impunity. He has turned his own people against him - our organization and the support we've gained is evidence of that. Under his watch our struggle with a certain human element - who were aware of our secret before the reveal - has escalated as well," James explained.
"I see," she said.
"He will offer you access to certain schemes he's planning to put in place to further oppress our people. His
Had he shared anything crucial? He wasn't sure anymore.
The car came to a halt in the same place it had done yesterday.
"I'll pick you guys up when I'm done with my meeting," Eric mumbled.
The three Scottish bears got out of the car in silence, and Eric drove off behind them. Then, James' pocket began to vibrate. He got his phone out. Charlie.
Henry and Gail exchanged a look, which he tried his best to ignore. He also ignored the call and put the phone back into his pocket.
"Let's go. We don't want to be late," James said.
Henry and Gail took the lead, and James followed. They passed through security and entered the building without incident. James was almost waiting for Charlie to show up again, intercepting them on their way to the Home Secretary's offices, but she was nowhere to be seen.
He wasn't sure how he'd react if he ran into her now. She'd lied to him by omission. She'd allowed him to think their reunion had been a coincidence. Still, he couldn't shake all those feelings he had towards her. It couldn't all have been an act from her side. Or was he so blinded by his own guilt and attraction that he just couldn't see the truth?
They were made to wait in a spacious wood paneled room, much nicer and more impressive than the one Eric's MP had received them in. The atmosphere was tense, and none of them spoke a word. Instead, James did his best to focus on the talking points they'd agreed on, while trying to forget about Charlie's deception.
About ten minutes later, the door behind them swung open, and the Home Secretary herself marched in, flanked by two armed guards. James was actually relieved to see the guards; finally, here was someone who had assessed the risks of meeting with three bear shifters and taken precautions.
"Morning," the Home Secretary said while scrutinizing each of the three visitors one by one. "What can I do for you?"
Despite the implied politeness of the question, James knew that what she really meant was for the shifters to justify their presence here. So after a short introduction by Henry, James took over.
"Madam Secretary, essentially, some of our kind have appointed themselves as a sort of shadow government. They've created laws, which are being enforced by an agency I am sure you wouldn't want to associate with your government. Many of our kind have been made to believe that this shadow government is the only legitimate authority in our world, and whatever happens in London is irrelevant to us."
"This authority you speak of is the Alliance, which your group has grown out of, I suppose?" The woman folded her hands and kept her steely gaze locked on James. Considering how petite she was in comparison to the huge wooden desk, as well as the shifters opposite her, the Home Secretary still commanded immense respect. She had the body language of an alpha.
"That's right. Adrian Blacke - the Alliance's leader - is used to ruling his people the way he sees fit. Secrecy helped him secure his position, of course, now that we've forced his hand, he's scrambling to remain relevant in a post-reveal world. We believe he will approach you, if he hasn't already."
The woman nodded, and somehow still managed to give nothing away. She wasn't about to show her hand and share whether or not she'd already been in contact with Blacke, James thought. Of course, she wouldn't. Knowledge is power.
"The point is, Blacke is used to ruling with complete impunity. He has turned his own people against him - our organization and the support we've gained is evidence of that. Under his watch our struggle with a certain human element - who were aware of our secret before the reveal - has escalated as well," James explained.
"I see," she said.
"He will offer you access to certain schemes he's planning to put in place to further oppress our people. His
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