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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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KNOX

Saturday started with Hunter showing up at my door at seven-forty-five wearing a tiny leather jacket over his dinosaur pajamas.

He had his helmet under his arm.

"Luna says she's not ready yet," he announced. "But I am ready. I have been ready."

I crouched down. "You're not wearing pants."

He looked down. Considered this. "I'll go put pants on," he said, with the gravity of a man making a tactical adjustment.

He came back with pants and Mara, who had apparently arrived for morning coffee an
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  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER THIRTY

    The second dispute of the afternoon involved a territorial disagreement between two packs whose history went back further than anyone in the room except, apparently, two elderly representatives who sat near the back, occasionally exchanging glances that suggested they remembered the original injury firsthand. I noted that detail almost automatically, the way I noted small human textures in every room, even as everything beneath the noting had started to feel less stable than it should.I tried to read the room the way I always did — distinct signatures, each state attributable to its source, the careful sorting that had been instinctive for as long as I could remember being able to do this at all.What I got instead was something closer to weather than to individual readings. A general pressure, directional but not specific, the way you can tell a storm is moving in without being able to say exactly which cloud carries the most rain.I sat with this for a moment, trying to apply more

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

    The first morning session lasted three hours, and by the end of it I knew, with a clarity I could no longer rename, that something was wrong.Not wrong in the room. Wrong in me.The session itself was structured the way Sable had described — a series of shorter presentations from regional representatives, broader in scope than the individual disputes I usually handled, less about reading two specific parties and more about taking the temperature of an entire room's accumulated grievance. I was meant to offer, at intervals, a general assessment: where the tension was concentrated, where there was room for movement, where there wasn't.I had done versions of this before, at smaller scale. The skill itself wasn't unfamiliar. What was unfamiliar was the sensation underneath the skill — a kind of effortful straining that hadn't been there in any prior session, even the difficult ones, even the eight-hour ruling session the week before.I recognized the sensation, eventually, for what it wa

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

    The assembly had been on the calendar since before I arrived for the season, a fixed point everyone referenced the way you'd reference a known storm on a long-range forecast: distant enough not to worry about yet, certain enough to eventually arrive.It was, Sable explained in the briefing the week before, the largest gathering the council convened — representatives from every pack within the regional jurisdiction, support staff, council members both full and advisory, gathered for two days to address the cumulative backlog of cross-pack tension that smaller sessions hadn't fully resolved. Forty-some people, by Sable's count, moving through the space across the two days, though never all at once.I had never been in a room that size. My largest prior session had been fifteen, the monthly full council meeting, and even that had required techniques I'd developed specifically to manage it. Sable walked through the agenda with her usual thoroughness — the morning sessions, the afternoon d

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

    I knew the warning signs. I'd known them for years, the way you know the early symptoms of an illness you've had before. Tight behind the eyes. A specific flattening in how clearly I could distinguish one person's state from another's. A growing reluctance to enter rooms, not from fear exactly, but from a body-level resistance that I'd learned, over a decade, meant something specific: too much, accumulating, unaddressed.If a person I was mediating for had described these symptoms to me, I would have named them immediately and without hesitation. I would have said: this is what depletion looks like. You need rest, real rest, not just time off the calendar. You need to stop and take stock before this becomes something harder to recover from.I would have been right to say that, and I would have said it with the clear, uncomplicated confidence of someone reading a pattern they understood completely.I did not say it to myself.What I did instead, over the following days, was rename each

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

    Hunter called on a Wednesday, which was, as it had been the first time, the sign that something had moved him to call outside the usual rhythm. I was sitting at the table with case files open in front of me, the dense calendar visible on the wall past the lamp, when the phone rang, and I noticed, picking it up, a small flicker of something that wasn't quite dread but lived in the same neighborhood as dread."You've missed two Sundays," he said, by way of greeting.I hadn't realized. The weeks had compressed into each other in a way that made individual days hard to distinguish — session, session, case review, sleep that didn't feel like enough sleep, repeat. I genuinely had not noticed the gap until he named it, and the not-noticing itself felt like a small, separate piece of evidence I hadn't asked for."I'm sorry," I said. "It's been a lot.""That's what I'm calling about." A pause, careful in a way that wasn't like him — Hunter was usually direct from the first sentence, not buildin

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

    Yolanda asked to see me the day after the ruling session, which I assumed, walking to her office, was a continuation of the corridor praise — a more formal version of well done, perhaps some discussion of what came next for the resolved case.It was not that.Her office was smaller than Rhen's, tucked at the end of a corridor that saw less foot traffic, and the modesty of it had always struck me as deliberate — a person who could have claimed more space and chose not to, the same instinct I'd noticed in the council's choice of building all the way back in my first visit. The chair across from her desk was simple, unupholstered, the kind of seat that didn't invite you to settle in for longer than the conversation required."There's a proposal," she said, once I'd sat down, "for an expanded position. Not just additional cases — a structural addition to your seat. A standing role on the assembly steering committee, which would mean involvement in shaping the larger summit sessions, not ju

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

    KNOXAlpha Decker came back.Not to the shop this time — he contacted Grayson through formal channels, requested an actual meeting, proposed neutral ground at a hotel conference room that suggested he'd thought about what went wrong the first time and was adjusting his approach.I respected the adj

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

    KNOXHunter shifted for the first time on a Wednesday afternoon at the Cascade facility during what was supposed to be a routine administrative review.He was five years old. The shift was supposed to be years away.I'd brought the twins because Riley had a job she couldn't reschedule and because I

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

    RILEYI thought about it for two weeks.Not in the way where you lose track of things — I kept working, took the twins to school, handled a full bay of work including a restoration that Mara had already invoiced ahead of actual completion, which was Mara's way of creating accountability through agg

  • Alpha Bikers   CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

    RILEYDecker arrived at three-seventeen on a Thursday in a car that cost more than most people's houses, with two representatives and the kind of easy authority that comes from never having been told no by anyone who mattered.I was in bay one, elbow-deep in the engine of a '71 Norton Commando rest

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