honey it's time for some hard truths Who: Kiley and Nicci When: Quarter to midnight Where: Outside the school
Nicci's parents were livid, but by the time they got wind of what she'd done they were too late to undo it. They had waited for a long time for Nicci to come to the house like she'd said she would, and came to the school only after another member of the pack had called and told them just what Nicci had done. She could feel their rage from a mile away, but she knew them well. They would not contradict her in public. They would show no sign of weakness. Nicci had gotten away with it.
And she didn't think she was doing a bad job of it, either. She had ordered all available members of the pack to the scene to show their support, which was perhaps not very practical and kind of unnecessary, but fuck it, it made her feel better. She had sent members to ask around with any history or experience in law enforcement to call the local police department and ask if there were any volunteer jobs needed. She'd also had people asking around about friends or family members with magical knowledge or ability to do the same. She had people researching on the internet for even the most left-field mention of something similar happening anywhere else in the world. She had women making sandwiches and coffee to bring down for the police.
She had even texted that redheaded pain in the ass she liked to pretend didn't exist, and she'd been damn civil about it. That one had pained her, oh yes, it had physically hurt, but if something was worth doing, it was worth doing right. And in the end, it would make Mason happy. Another brownie point in her favor. Why not go for broke.