Chapter 69

• Cullen threw his bedroom door open before most of the rest of the pack was up. He couldn't believe that all his injuries seemed to have healed overnight. Whatever that stuff Brinah had made was he figured he should get it put on tap.
• The only lycans who were awake that early after the night they had were the omegas, who were getting breakfast ready and finishing the clean up, and the others who hadn't slept the night before. Most of them were people who had lost mates in the fight. Cullen felt a strange guilty, bitter jealousy. At least they had mates to lose, he thought angrily.
• Cullen went down to his office. There were several handwritten notes on his desk. Cullen recognized Keith's scrawl. The first one said, "Don't wake me up on pain of death alpha boy!" Cullen couldn't help the grudging grin. He tossed that one in the garbage, considering going and waking Keith up on principle. The second one said, "The feds showed up after you went to bed. I handed them the cats for safe keeping and made the report. You're welcome. Not to say you probably won't get a phone call. Did that make sense? Who cares I'm tired." The third said, "Word was sent to the den with a list of the deaths." The fourth said, "Arrangements for the memorial service, including pyres for burning the bodies. We're giving it three days to allow for everyone who lost someone to be contacted and get here." The fifth said, "Anything else you want, take care of it yourself. Although I would point out that your schedule looks pretty clear to me. Leaving you a few days to straighten out the mess you made with the lovely were-mysterycat girl who is currently sleeping in the omega's quarters. By the way, I assigned someone to keep an eye on her. Just in case."