Jurisdiction

The four of us were burning the candle at both ends to get everything going. We kept up our exercise routines, did our coursework for our classes, and finished the move by Tuesday. We did get our damage deposit back Wednesday, and the neighbors who complained about the police waved at us as we left for the last time.

Hammer took Susan and me to the private air terminal over his lunch hour. I grabbed the bags while they said goodbye; he walked us to the entrance and watched us check in before returning to the dojo. Our flight was in a small dual-turboprop business aircraft, not a jet. It could comfortably seat six, so the two of us had plenty of room. After takeoff, Susan brought out the Italian cold cut sandwiches, chips, and juice bottles for our lunch. “What is your plan with the Council tomorrow?”

“I’m not taking any shit from them,” I replied. “Where does the Council get off telling me what I can do with my life?”

Susan snorted and rolled her eyes. “Alphas bitch, and the Council listens. Men always think that the only way something gets solved is if they get involved in it.” I pulled out my laptop and worked on my presentation during the flight, which got a little bumpy as we moved north. I was relieved when we finally landed at the airport in Bend.

Kaia and Jack were waiting for us as we got off the plane, and we both got big hugs before piling into their SUV. “Staying out of trouble, Vicki?”

I just snorted. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Kaia. It’s Alphas being all Alpha.”

“Well, you convinced us to let our daughters go on your adventure, so a bunch of Alphas and Council members should be easy in comparison,” Jack said. “I’ve never seen our twins get this excited about anything.”

“It’s going to be a lot of fun,” I said. “We should have them signed to an endorsement deal by next week. What’s on for tonight?”

“Not much,” Jack said. “People are flying in all evening, and Alpha Steven is greeting them and getting them settled.”

“Do I need to be there? I’d rather not talk about things tonight and then repeat everything tomorrow. I’d rather wolf out and stretch my legs.”

“Me too,” Susan said. “It’s been too long since my wolf was free.”

“City slickers,” Jack said with a laugh. “I’ll ask the Alpha if you can do a border patrol. A good six-hour run will settle those wolves right down.”

“I’ll take it,” I said. Susan didn’t want to be gone as long, so she took our bags to the rooms while I met up with the warriors and trackers doing the patrol. I put my clothes in one of the boxes in the woods before shifting, shaking out my gray-over-white fur. I gloried in my freedom as the four of us took off at a fast pace, heading for the border.

I got back just after midnight, coming into the kitchen looking for meat. “I figured I could wait for you here,” Alpha Steven said over his milk and apple pie.

“Alpha,” I said respectfully, as I went to check the fridge. “I didn’t expect you’d be up.”

“I wanted to talk to you before the others see you in the morning, Vicki.” I found leftover barbecue beef and scooped some into a bowl to heat up in the microwave.

“Is there a problem with my plans?”

“I wouldn’t have approved it if there was,” he said. “There’s something bigger at play here, and I haven’t figured out what it is.”

“They don’t like the money and power I’ve attained?”

“Maybe, but I think it’s more than that. People have had plans for you since you were five, Sharkbait. Those plans don’t go away because you don’t like them.” I was getting damn tired of people thinking they could direct my life. I took the meat out and put a piece of apple pie in the microwave. “I don’t want you to take shit from anyone, even the Council. You’re a Mantled Alpha Heir; you could form a Pack in an hour if you wanted to.”

I knew this, “I don’t want to do that, Alpha. I like being in your Pack, and I still need your help.”

“I’m glad. I’ll see you in the morning.” He put his dishes in the dishwasher, then walked out of the kitchen. I had my sandwich and dessert, then waved at a few friends up late watching movies before heading to bed.

In the morning, I avoided the senior wolves gathered and took my food to the back tables where the teens and single wolves hung out. I knew them all from previous visits, and they all wanted to hear about my adventures. All too soon, I was grabbing my laptop and heading for the conference room with Luna Adrienne.

There was videoconference equipment set up, and I could see on the wall display almost two dozen Alphas that were here to participate. I plugged in my laptop so I could share my presentation, then sat down to wait for the Council members to arrive. Four filed into the room, led by North American Chairman Leland Carver. The other attendees were Kurt Markingham (Western Canada), Spencer Timms (West), and Lewis Wolfe (Central). Lewis shot me a grin as he walked in; we went way back. On the teleconference were Norman Platt (East), Jacob Burns (East Canada), William Parker (South), and Luke Smith (Mountain).

Chairman Carver started the meeting. “Welcome, fellow Chairs and Alphas. Today’s meeting is to approve or deny the proposal by Vicki Lawrence to form a production company and film a reality show involving werewolves.”

“Mr. Chairman, a point of order,” I asked.

He looked at me with an ‘already?’ face. “Yes?”

“Sir, the topic of this meeting involves werewolf females only. However, other than Chairman Platt and Chairman Burns, none of their mates are here. Female matters are the responsibilities of the Pack Lunas and your mates. They should be here too.”

Nothing like a stink-bomb to start the meeting off, but I was right, and they knew it. I wasn’t about to let an all-male panel decide these things. After a few minutes of active discussion, Leland Carver finally gave up. “Call your mates to you, or have them call into the teleconference. We will take a five-minute break to allow them to join.”

“Nice job, keep them off-balance,” Adrienne said.

“Oh, I will.”

The Chairman gaveled the meeting back to order and restated the purpose. As soon as he finished, I raised my objection. “Really?”

“Mr. Chairman, I challenge the right of this body to render decisions on personal and Pack business or employment matters,” I said. “I have not requested the assistance or permission of the Council in my business plans. The Council has no jurisdiction over Pack or personal investments or employment decisions provided they do not violate Council law.”

Chairman Platt jumped in, already red-faced with anger. “You’re putting werewolves on TELEVISION, young woman! It’s not allowed!”

I shared my screen, pulling up the relevant Council laws. “No Pack or Werewolf shall intentionally or unintentionally expose humans to their nature or existence. Violation is punishable by imprisonment or death.” I let that sink in. “I’m not doing a documentary on werewolves, Mr. Chairman. I’m doing a reality show about four young models who travel the world and dive with sharks!”

“There will be cameras around you all the time. All it takes is one loss of focus, and we could be exposed,” Platt continued.

“So werewolves are no longer allowed to work with humans, or in places with security camera coverage?” I let that sink in for a moment. “This isn’t us hiring on as actresses. My show is a werewolf-led production from top to bottom, provided I can find qualified female werewolves to fill the spots. If not, I’ll be reaching out to humans and mermaids for assistance. I have complete editorial control as the producer.”

Mentioning ‘mermaids’ caused another uproar. “We don’t associate with their kind,” Chairman Platt growled.

“Why not? The three I hired last weekend were pleasant and professional. I would rather have a fellow supernatural than a human, and I plan to hire them for the yacht shoots.”

Finally, it was Luna Adrienne who cut through the chatter. “Mr. Chairman, you have not ruled on Miss Lawrence’s objection as to jurisdiction.”

He looked at his regional Chairs, then at the Council Lawyer. “This hearing will recess for thirty minutes, at which time I will rule on the objection.” He banged the gavel and got up, while the people watching on video walked away from their cameras.

I looked over at Luna Adrienne. “Fancy a snack?”

“I wonder if they have Rocky Mountain Oysters in barbecue sauce,” she replied teasingly, “because you’re roasting some nuts this morning.” We walked out behind Alpha Steven and Luna Carolyn, who went off to talk with the senior people in attendance.

The videoconference was televised-only in the dining room, and many Pack members had watched. I went in to get a drink and got mobbed by the females of the Pack. They’d never seen a female stand up to power like that, and they liked it. I talked to several of the single female warriors from Three Sisters and visiting Packs, explaining my vision and needs. “So, the all-female thing is to show more boobs in the show?” one asked.

“There’s nothing wrong with hot young women in bikinis on a show about four swimsuit models, but it’s more than that,” I confessed. “I made my decision for multiple reasons. No guys involved means no sexual harassment drama like my last show. I also want to showcase female divers and scientists.” I got a few nods at this. “It’s convenient, too. The film crew will go everywhere with us, with no worries as to where the men can and cannot go. Finally, my yacht is big, but it’s not a cruise ship. Quarters are going to be tight, and I don’t have room for separate staterooms and bathrooms.”

“So no males at all?”

“Not if I can avoid it. I may have no choice on the Captain I hire for the yacht, but he’s mated, and I’ll keep him out of view. His daughter can also skipper the boat, and his wife is an excellent cook.”

“If I hire on as security, that’s my job, right? You don’t need extra bimbos in the background?”

“Onshore, security is paramount; I need to stay safe, and so do my friends. When we are at sea, I’m hoping to find security people who can double as divers, camera operators, or deckhands. We’ll be a small group, and we’ll need flexibility.”

I got two more resumes before it was time to go back in. We stood as the Council walked in, and some weren’t happy. I found it interesting to see how the Lunas and Alphas differed in their expressions as we came back to order. “The hearing is now in session. I sustain the objection as to jurisdiction in part. I find the Council has no legal basis to interfere in the business matters of Packs or Pack individuals pre-emptively, as some of the petitioners requested. Pack Alphas have the responsibility to ensure they operate under Council law and good-faith practices.” I smiled; they wouldn’t be stopping me now. “However, given the notoriety and public nature of the proposed project, I find it is within Council purview to review the plan and make recommendations as to whether it should proceed as is.”

That didn’t go over well with many, but I tried to hide my excitement as he continued. “Miss Lawrence has become the most famous person of our kind since her coming of age, and with that exposure comes risks. Vicki, please present your business plan to the Council and Alphas for comment.”

“Thank you, Mr. Chairman.” I put up the presentation, starting with my concept, then proceeding through the hiring request I’d made, and how it fit into my business plan. “Alpha Dauntless requested that I hire werewolves where possible for security reasons, and I agree. I recognize that few of our kind spend a lot of time in the water or behind the camera. As I said, I will fill out the crew with qualified women as required.”

Chairman Parker got my attention. “As the Producer, you have control of what gets shown?”

“That’s the biggest reason I’m using my own money, to retain that control,” I said. “Once shooting is complete, I’ll bid out the entire season of shows with an option for additional seasons.”

“I wish you well, young lady. You’re either brave or foolish, but I haven’t decided which yet.” I had to laugh at that.

“I think it is foolish to have all these women out there without a strong male presence to protect them,” Chairman Burns said. “I cannot recommend any female join this project.”

I raised an eyebrow, like the Rock in those old movies. “Are you saying I’m weak?”

“You’re young and unmated,” he sneered.

“I’m a Mantled Alpha Female,” I said. “I could challenge any non-mantled Alpha in the country and win, and we all know it. Every one of you wanted me to find my mate in your Pack, knowing it would make you stronger.” I held his eyes, longer than I should, until his wolf came forward at my challenge before I lowered my eyes again. “The warriors I hire as protection will be just as capable. My three friends are all Beta rank. I could turn them into a Pack and provide a quite capable defense, thank you.”

“I’ll forbid my females from joining,” one of the Alphas said.

“Good luck with that,” I replied. “Go back to your Pack females and tell them you forbid them from gainful employment and travel. Tell them you consider them too weak and vulnerable to be allowed out from under the control of men like you. When they leave you, AND THEY WILL, maybe you’ll see them again on my show.”

THAT was tossing a Molotov into the discussion. It took the Chairman some time to get control back, and then we went into questions and answers. Finally, I’d had enough, as we were rehashing the same things over and over. “Mr. Chairman, I’ve heard the concerns and addressed what I could. As you ruled earlier, I don’t need Council permission for what I do, but I would prefer to do this with the Council’s blessing. With your permission, I’ll retire until called while you deliberate on whether to provide that.”

“Excellent idea, Miss Lawrence. We will take a thirty-minute recess while the Council considers the issue in private.”

We all stood as they walked out, and I let out a deep breath. “Did I come on too strong?”

“I sensed some Leo Volkov School of Diplomacy in there when you said you could kick half their asses, but you did fine, Vicki. Some of them needed that bitch-slap. You’ll be a fine Alpha someday, and you don’t have to take shit from anyone.”

The reaction from the Lunas and females was even better. The Council had little choice when we came back to order. “The Council wishes Miss Lawrence good luck in her project, and thanks her for appearing before us and listening to the concerns of senior leaders. Meeting adjourned.”

I basked in the hugs as they left. Next up was Vegas, with appearances and a hunky SEAL friend-with-benefits.

It was going to be fun.