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“The fasten seatbelt light has been turned on. We are experiencing a bit of turbulence, folks. No need to worry, we will be through it soon,” the captain announced over the aircraft’s speaker system. We were jammed in like sardines in a tin can flying over the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean on our way to London.

The captain’s words summed up how volatile the shifter world was at the moment. I was on my way to attend the latest council meeting, this one in London. Another meeting where I knew my voice and ideas would go unheard. Another meeting where I would be chided for proposing that we work together within the packs and prides to survive. The fact that I have lived over one hundred and fifty years, survived a near extinction, and have helped more fellow shifters than I can count find new homes and a way to exist without fear. My opinions still weren’t taken into consideration by this stuffy old council. A group of shifter alphas who have become disengaged from the real world. Who have lived their lives behind secure walls inside their own little bubble. I wanted to skip this meeting, but my dear friend, Sterling, had encouraged me to attend, to continue proposing the idea. He even suggested I go so far as showing how we were making it work within our own small pack.

Last year, after the council members voted down my proposal for integrated packs, I flew home and established one anyway. Sterling and I had been friends from neighboring packs for years and had many discussions on how to help our species survive. His pack had dwindled to four members, and mine was just as small after the hunts. We are nestled smack dab in the middle of redneck country, and when shifters came out of hiding, those dumb asses started hunting anything with fur and paw out of ignorance and fear.

I watched my pack go from the second largest in the United States to near extinction because of how the council handled the announcement and following press. That was five years ago. Today Sterling and I work together helping displaced shifters, or whose packs were destroyed. We have a good system in place, and the current pack members have the same vision we do. We want to survive, and have realized the only way to do that is to learn to work and live together. Now if only the damn council would see that as well.

The turbulence got worse. “No need to worry, folks, we are reducing altitude to try and get below this cloud bank. All is under control. We should be out of this in just a few minutes.” I looked out the window and thought, “Shit. No we won’t.” I had seen clouds like these before. 

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