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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
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Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
The assignment came through Sable's office on a Wednesday, formal and unremarkable in the way most case assignments were — a new dispute, mid-sized, two pack representatives with a history of minor friction that had recently escalated over a boundary dispute involving shared hunting grounds. Routine, by the council's standards. The kind of case I would once have read as a welcome return to ordinary work after the assembly.What caught my attention was the second name on the assignment sheet, listed under consulting advisors: Eamon Voss.I read it twice, the way I'd read his name the first time it appeared in a file, except this time the reading produced something closer to anticipation than the complicated unease I remembered from before.I went to Sable's office to ask about the structure of the case, more out of habit than necessity — I generally liked to understand the shape of an assignment before walking into the first session blind."He's been added as a standing consultant for
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
He brought bread again on a Tuesday, two weeks into the new season, without any particular occasion attaching itself to the gesture this time.I opened the door to find him standing there with the same kind of paper bag, the same faint uncertainty in his posture, though something about it had settled slightly — less like a man unsure whether he should be there at all, more like a man who'd decided he would be there and was simply working out the right words to accompany it."You're not in crisis this time," he said, by way of explanation. "I wanted to check that the bread wasn't only useful in emergencies.""It wasn't," I said. "It was good bread.""It's from the same place. I asked them what was good and they recommended this." He held it out. "I don't actually know much about bread. I should say that up front, in case you were building a more sophisticated picture of me than is warranted."I took the bag, surprised by how easily I was smiling, an expression that had felt rare and ef
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
The calendar on my wall looked different this time.Not smaller, exactly — the work hadn't shrunk, the council's need for what I did hadn't diminished, the regional disputes hadn't politely resolved themselves while I'd been recovering. But the calendar had a different texture now, a structure underneath the entries that hadn't existed before the assembly. Hard caps on weekly session hours, written into the schedule itself rather than left to my own unreliable discretion. A standing Thursday afternoon marked simply check-in, the kind of appointment that used to only exist informally, over lunch, with someone who happened to notice.I'd driven up that morning with less of the old ceremony I'd once attached to the start of a season — no rehearsed no, no elaborate internal accounting performed in the car before I could bring myself to walk in. Just the ordinary logistics of arrival: unloading the car, climbing the familiar stairs, the key sliding into the lock with the small satisfying c
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
I took two weeks before returning to any active casework, the longest stretch I'd allowed myself since accepting the seat, and for most of the first week I resisted calling it rest at all, some old reflex still wanting to name it failure, recovery from failure, anything other than what it plainly was.By the second week, I'd stopped fighting the word.I spent those days slowly, deliberately, doing things that had nothing to do with the council or the work — walking the river path without rehearsing any conversation, cooking meals that took longer than they needed to simply because I had the time, sitting in the small park near my apartment and watching the same older man feed the same handful of birds, an ordinary scene I'd walked past dozens of times without ever once stopping to actually watch it.I spent the time doing what my mother had described in her kitchen — letting people in, properly, rather than the edited version I'd been offering for months. I called Hunter and gave him
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
My mother arrived the day after the review, unannounced, which was unlike her — she was a planner, a caller-ahead, someone who respected boundaries even with her own children. I opened the door to find her standing there with a bag over her shoulder and an expression I hadn't seen on her before, not quite worry, something steadier and more determined than worry."Hunter told me," she said, before I could ask. "Not because you didn't want me to know. Because he was right to."I let her in. I didn't have the energy to feel embarrassed about the apartment, which hadn't been properly tidied in days, or about my own appearance, which I suspected matched the apartment. There was something almost merciful about being too depleted to perform composure for her — for once, she was simply seeing the actual state of things, without the careful editing I usually applied even to my mother, even to the person who'd named the Resonance for me in the first place.She didn't comment on either. She put
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
The council convened a review three days later, which felt, when Sable informed me of the date, both far too soon and somehow not soon enough — too soon for me to have recovered anything resembling clarity, not soon enough to relieve the specific dread of waiting for it.I spent those three days mostly in the apartment, under instructions from Yolanda that I suspected carried more weight than she'd presented them as carrying. Rest, she'd said, the day after, when she'd come to check on me in person rather than sending Sable. Actual rest. Not the version you've apparently been doing instead of resting for the past month.I hadn't argued with her. I didn't have the capacity to argue with anyone, in those first days. The depletion that had built across weeks didn't clear in a single night's sleep, or even three nights. I slept long stretches and woke still tired in ways that frightened me a little, the particular fear of a body that has been pushed somewhere it doesn't know how to return
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KNOXI was writing at midnight for no particular reason. Just — sitting at the kitchen table after the twins were asleep with a notebook open, working through my thoughts the way I do, long-hand, the way my fourth-grade teacher taught me when she figured out I processed things better with a pen in
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KNOXSaturday 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 l
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER EIGHT
KNOXI'd had the helmets made three days in advance.Getting the lettering right was the hard part. Riley's style is specific — she learned calligraphy somewhere along the line, uses it for the custom job plaques in the shop, has a way of writing people's names like each letter belongs to them spec
Alpha Bikers CHAPTER SEVEN
RILEYI made the list at two in the morning.Not because I couldn't sleep — I could've slept, probably, if I'd tried — but because making lists is what I do when the world stops making sense and I need to put things somewhere outside of my own head. I've been doing it since I was twelve. Grocery li
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