Free Resurrection by Anita Cox Page B

bit creeped out though. Anyway, let me show you the note taking feature. It’ll organize your notes into subjects so you can find what you type in when you need to.”
    He pulled the laptop out of his bag and placed it on the table. He clicked around showing her where to find what she needed.
    “Seems easy enough.”
    “It’s good to see you, Wendy. Do you need anything before I go?”
    She looked at the young Lycan man. He hadn’t integrated to the pack so easily, but was eager to right that wrong since the return of his mother. Still, he seemed awkward most of the time. “No, no, you go take care of business. I have some reading to get done.”
    “Oh, you have a message on your phone.” He showed her a group text message. “Grace has decided to have lunch on the lawn since…” He paused. At a loss for words he shrugged.
    “That’s a great idea. Thank you.” She smiled as she opened the door for him.
    “Thank you for always being so nice to me. I know I was a bit of a pain in the ass before but you always took care of me, even when I was in a mood.” His lips tightened into a thin line.
    With a smile she patted him on the shoulder. “It’s my pleasure.”
    As soon as he was gone she sat down with the laptop and her book. “Okay, Mr. Computer Thing. You and me, we’re going to get along. No fussing.” She resumed her place reading and making notes.
     
    * * * *
     
    Most of the residents were quiet at lunch, though the Pixies were notably absent. There was some talk of a mourning ritual keeping them away. Zoltar had taken a seat on the blanket with Wendy, Grace and Roman. They kept the conversation light until everyone was finished with the meal.
    “As much as I want to respect the loss of life here, we really do need to get back on schedule.” Grace rubbed her forehead. “The humans are a little freaked out too and it took a lot for me to convince them we aren’t a bunch of barbarians.”
    Zoltar’s jaw clenched as he stared at the blanket. “We should start our normal schedule tomorrow. Let the new professors begin their classes. Order must be maintained.”
    “I think it’s important that we start the pack runs. We need to start bonding.” Wendy sat a little straighter. “The hardest part for me was leaving the pack, worrying about integrating here, fear of loneliness…I’m willing to bet I am not the only one who had that fear. As you pointed out to me, Grace, we need to start looking at everyone as our pack.”
    A gentle smile spread across Roman’s face. “That is why you’re an asset. We’ll all go for a run as soon as the sun sets. The four of us will go and invite the others.”
    “We need to invite Ella. She just lost one of her people. I don’t want her retreating to only her kind for comfort. Let’s show her we’re her family too…that we support her.” Grace knotted her fingers. “God, but Pixies don’t run—not like we do.
    Standing from the blanket, Wendy grabbed her things. “Let her mourn today. Tomorrow, you two use your special memories or whatever to figure out how to bond with them as a pack.” She fanned her finger at Roman and Grace.
    Zoltar looked at them, then at Wendy. “Special memories?”
    As he stood, Roman helped Grace to her feet. “When we mated, we received the blood memories of our ancestors. It was a lot of information and it doesn’t all come to the front of our minds immediately. But I just had a recollection. They don’t bond the way other packs do. They’re more human. They need time, meals together, and a feeling of comradery.”
    “Oh, I was raised human. I can help with that.” Grace grabbed Roman’s hand. “I need to get to work. See you for dinner?”
    Zoltar scooped up the blanket and folded it. “What are you going back to?”
    She studied his bronze skin, glistening in the sunlight, stretched over muscular arms. His golden blond curls falling over his forehead called out for her fingers to dance through them. She shook her