THIRDS Thursday – 1/18/18

Prompt: Would love to see a prompt from Wolf’s POV, just to get a slight insight to how his mind works. It can be from any of the books in which he appeared (doesn’t have to be a “new” scene). Would be even better if Dex was somehow involved. It can be of him spying or just a light-hearted scene (whatever that may be for him).

*** Contains spoilers from Catch a Tiger by The Tail (Book 6), and Darkest Hour Before Dawn (Book 9) ***

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FINAL PART

“Listen, there’s no way I could have stopped what happened. It was a drive-by. Besides, even if I’d been there, how was I supposed to know the guy would throw himself in front of his ex-boyfriend?”

Wolf sighed. How he abhorred excuses. “I was informed you were the best at what you did.”

“Fuck you,” Rollins spat out, leaning forward. “I am. You asked me to shadow your man, and that’s what I did. Why the fuck would he not be safe in a bar full of goddamned THIRDS agents?”

Wolf jumped to his feet. “That would be when he’s most in danger, you bloody twat!”

Rollins reeled at Wolf’s indignant outburst.

“Did it not occur to you that a gathering of THIRDS agents would draw unwanted attention from unsavory characters?” Wolf asked, his inner wolf’s hackles rising, and he found himself pacing. The growl that rose up from his chest was low, and feral. There was no settling the beast inside him now. His felt the pain of his fangs elongating, and his pupils had most likely dilated fully.

“I’m sorry! Look, it was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”

“Bloody right it won’t happen again.” Wolf swiped his gun from his holster, and shot Rollin’s in one kneecap then the other, the man’s howls echoing through the vast concrete room.

“I’m sorry! Please! I should have looked into it. I didn’t know this guy was so important to you.”

“Important?” Wolf marched over, tore the straps off Rollins, and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the chair, his fingers digging into the man’s flesh. “He’s everything! The remaining sliver of humanity left in the monster you see before you. If I lose my brother, I will lose what’s left of the man I once was, and if I lose that bloody wanker, I’ll never be able to look him in the eye, and then you’ve cost me the only two men in my life who matter!”

Rollins’s eyes widened as he gasped for air, his face turning red, and his voice strained. “Please.”

When Wolf spoke, it was through his teeth. “You put a shag before the safety of my dear baby brother, before my future.”

Rollins stared at him, and as the words sank in, Rollins stilled, a calmness visibly sweeping over him, and a look Wolf knew well coming into his eyes. The look of a man who accepted he was about to die.

“Not only have you failed spectacularly in your task, but you’ve made me lose my temper. I despise losing my temper, Mr. Rollins.”

“Just shoot me already.”

Wolf laughed, utterly amused. “Shoot you? Oh heavens, no. I’m not going to shoot you. Well, I mean, I did, but I know what you meant.” He released Rollins, allowing him to drop down into the chair.

Rollins swallowed hard, and smartly remained silent.

“I’m going to do so much worse. Your death is going to be long, and excruciatingly painful.”

There were times when Wolf took pleasure in utterly destroying another creature. Although his contracts sometimes required him to deal with those who sadly happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and found themselves in someone’s crosshairs, the contracts he most took pleasure in were the ones that required his skills to decimate soulless monsters. Rather hypocritical, he knew. Sending a monster to devour another monster, but even Wolf had his standards. There were times when contracts were voided for one reason or another, but if there was one thing Wolf did not accept, was failure. Especially when he placed his faith in someone he’d employed.

Rollins had failed in most spectacular fashion, which accounted for the man’s blood dripping from Wolf’s gloved hands. He’d taken his time with Rollins, making certain to keep the man alive long enough to make him thoroughly regret his life’s choices. When Wolf was done, he looked down at his Armani suit splattered with blood, and several questionable substances. He sighed heavily.

“Well that’s not going to come out, is it?”

The door opened, and the two bear Therians from earlier entered, both dressed in rubber suits from head to toe, one of them carrying several jugs of chemicals, and equipment. The other held a garment bag, and shiny new pair of black Oxfords.

“Leave those in the locker room for me, please.”

The man nodded, and headed out of the room. Wolf turned to his companion.

“You know what to do.”

A silent nod.

“Thank you.”

Wolf left the room which now resembled something out of the Shining, and walked into the locker room. He undressed, and placed all his clothing into the plastic bag his assistant held out which would immediately be incinerated. He thanked the man, then turned on the shower, the water as hot as he could take as he stood underneath it. Placing a hand to the tiled wall, he leaned heavily into it. When he opened his eyes, his gaze landed on his bruised knuckles.

“Fuck, I’m getting too old for this.” All right, so he wasn’t even into his forties yet, but this life didn’t exactly leave room for aging gracefully. One was lucky to live long enough to age at all. Refusing to reflect anymore on his life. He finished scrubbing then shut the water off, dried himself, and quickly dressed. He pulled on his scarf, coat, and hat before leaving his men to deal with the rest.

Back at the hotel, he was eager to get into bed, but first….

“I’m done here,” Wolf told Wadsworth as he sat wearily on the edge of the bed.

“I’m afraid not, Sir.”

Wolf arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“You have a new objective, Sir.”

Wolf sighed. No rest for the wicked. “Very well. Send it through.”

Wolf stood, and walked to the elegant desk, taking a seat behind it. He opened his laptop, pressed his finger to the pad, and once it scanned his print, the screen went black with a single slim box for his password. He logged into his secure mail service, and downloaded the new file containing the information for his new target.

An image of a very handsome man popped onto the screen, and Wolf’s eyes widened. It was rare for him to be caught by surprise. He’d seen that face just last night. Had marveled at the blue of those eyes, and the fullness of those plump lips. It appeared they’d be seeing each other again very soon. Wolf’s lips curled into a wicked grin. Things had just become interesting.

“Well, hello, Agent Dexter J. Daley.”


Copyright © 2018 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.

THIRDS Thursday – 1/11/18

Prompt: Would love to see a prompt from Wolf’s POV, just to get a slight insight to how his mind works. It can be from any of the books in which he appeared (doesn’t have to be a “new” scene). Would be even better if Dex was somehow involved. It can be of him spying or just a light-hearted scene (whatever that may be for him).

*** Contains spoilers from Catch a Tiger by The Tail (Book 6), and Darkest Hour Before Dawn (Book 9) ***

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PART TWO

Wolf removed a hand from his pocket, and brushed Hudson’s hair away from his brow. “Oh, Hudson. You big-hearted, sentimental fool.” He leaned in, and murmured quietly. “I’m very cross with you.” He straightened, and brushed the back of his fingers down Hudson’s cheek. “When will you get your head out of your arse? Just let that big oaf love you. It’s rather exhausting watching you two. When did your love life become so shambolic? It’s like an episode of Downton Abbey.” Wolf let out a heavy sigh, and took a seat on the settee beside the bed. He brought his ankle to rest on his opposite knee, and lay an arm on the back of the settee.

“What am I to do with you, little brother?” He shook his head, and pressed his lips together. He’d spent years away, had done a stellar job at keeping an eye on Hudson from a distance. The idea of being in the same room as his younger brother would never have so much as crossed his mind, and if it had, it would have quickly been brushed aside. “I shouldn’t be here. You can’t know I’m alive. That would be… disastrous for the both of us.” And yet Wolf sensed a shift happening. Something was coming. He had a keen instinct for these things, and his inner wolf had been restless for some time. As if it could sense a storm on the horizon.

Tapping his fingers against the rough fabric of the settee, he tilted his head, and studied his brother. Bloody hell, but his baby brother looked more like him by the day. The only difference being that Wolf was larger, wider, possessed a squarer jaw, and wore contacts instead of glasses. The trendy thick black frames suited Hudson. There was also the fact his little brother wasn’t a cold-blooded killer. In that sense, they couldn’t be more opposite.

Wolf’s mouth twisted into a sneer. “What would you think of your Alfie now?” Standing, he stepped up to Hudson’s bedside. His brother was paler than usual, the rosiness gone from his cheeks. He looked so small and fragile. “How am I supposed to leave you when it appears you need me more than ever?” He took hold of Hudson’s hand in his, his heart slamming into his chest when he felt Hudson weakly squeeze back. Bollocks. He stilled, waiting to see if Hudson stirred, but he didn’t. The disappointment was fierce, as was the reprimand he gave himself. Revealing his current state of living would only succeed in bringing them both a world of trouble. No. Wolf would continue to watch over his brother from a distance, the way he’d been doing for years. With one exception.

With a kiss to Hudson’s brow, he murmured quietly. “I will never be far from you. Not again. Anyone who lays a hand on you will answer to me.” He swallowed hard. “And do stay alive. I fear what would become of me if you departed this world and took what remained of my blackened heart with you.”

Straightening, he removed his hat from his pocket, and placed it on his head. With one last look at his little brother, he left the room, lowering his head, and turning it away slightly as Sebastian Hobbs moved away from the nurse’s station and hurried toward Hudson’s room. Poor bloke. Had it been anyone else, Wolf would have been furious his brother had made such a sacrifice, but no one loved Hudson as fiercely as the gentle-hearted tiger Therian. Now the man needed to find his bloody bollocks, and do something about Hudson’s infernal dithering.

Outside, the snow was coming down, but the ice sweeping through his veins had nothing to do with the weather. He climbed into his awaiting car, thanking the driver before the door was closed behind him.

“Whereto, Sir?”

“Yonkers.”

“Very good, Sir.”

The car drove off, and Wolf removed his phone from his pocket. Wadsworth picked up on the first ring. “Yes, Sir?”

“Bring him to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The drive up was slow, but it gave him plenty of time to center himself. He closed his eyes, and summoned his inner wolf. The beast stirred, and Wolf smiled. Time to play. His inner wolf howled, pacing excitedly, his fur bristled. When Wolf opened his eyes, his vision was sharp, his senses humming. It had been a while since he’d used this particular location, but then he’d done his best to stay away form New York City. It would appear Lady Liberty would be seeing far more of him. Once he’d been dropped off, Wolf entered the empty underground bunker. The lights flickered momentarily after being switched on, the cold certainly not helping the ancient wiring, but then he was hardly here for the atmosphere.

Entering one of the empty rooms, he removed his scarf, and coat, laying them neatly over one of the steel chairs. The other was bolted to the floor. His Canid hearing picked up shouting and cursing in the distance, and he smiled. Ah, his guest was arriving.

The door opened, and two huge bear Therians dragged in a struggling man with a black hood over his head.

“What the fuck is going on? Where am I?”

Wolf motioned to the chair before him, and they shoved the man down. Another nod, and they strapped the cursing man in before pulling the hood off.

“Hello, mate.”

Rollins stared up at him. “What the—who the fuck are you?”

Wolf turned his attention to the two bear Therians. “Thank you. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“I asked you a fucking question!”

Wolf took a seat across from Rollins with a pleasant smile. “I’m the man who contracted you to look after Dr. Hudson Colbourn. You know, the fellow who’s in hospital recovering from several gunshot wounds. You abandoned your post, for what? A quick shag. I hope she was worth it, because the only one about to get fucked, and not in a fun way, is you.”

Rollins’s eyes went huge. “Shit.”

FINAL PART 1/18/18


Copyright © 2018 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press

THIRDS Thursday – 1/4/18

Prompt: Would love to see a prompt from Wolf’s POV, just to get a slight insight to how his mind works. It can be from any of the books in which he appeared (doesn’t have to be a “new” scene). Would be even better if Dex was somehow involved. It can be of him spying or just a light-hearted scene (whatever that may be for him).

*** Contains spoilers from Catch a Tiger by The Tail (Book 6), and Darkest Hour Before Dawn (Book 9) ***

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PART ONE

“Sir?”

“Yes, Wadsworth.”

“I’m afraid I have some unpleasant news.”

Wolf sighed. “You do know how much I detest unpleasant news.” He took a sip of the expensive whiskey, and waited. Whatever it was, it was clearly important, or Wadsworth wouldn’t have called. He knew Wolf was in the middle of an assignment.

“Yes, Sir. Forgive me, Sir. Unfortunately, this news will be particularly unpleasant. Perhaps even upsetting.”

Wolf’s hand stilled, his next sip interrupted by Wadsworth’s words. “What is it?”

“You may consider a visit to the States, Sir. Mr. Rollins has failed in his objective.”

Wolf slowly sat up, his grip tightening on the whiskey glass. “How?”

“The gentleman Mr. Rollins was watching is in hospital. Multiple gunshot wounds.”

The glass in Wolf’s gloved hand shattered, and he closed his eyes, willing himself to calm before his inner wolf could cause unneeded discord. Rage simmered below the surface like a tempestuous sea, and he forced it down, allowing the tranquil darkness to spread through him. Opening his eyes, he stood, and spoke evenly. “Make the necessary arrangement, Wadsworth. You know where I am.”

“A car is on its way, Sir, and your plane is waiting for you at the airfield. Your itinerary has been sent, and your bags will be in your room at the Waldorf Astoria in New York when you arrive. Shall I send the Housekeeper in?”

Wolf stepped over the lifeless body face down on the carpet, the man’s blood seeping into the carpet fibers. “Please do.”

“And Mr. Rollins?”

“I’ll have a chat with him once I’ve had a visit with….” Wolf swallowed hard, unable to complete the sentence.

“Very well, Sir.”

Wolf brushed the tiny shards of glass off his trousers, then picked up his gun with silencer, and returned it to the holster beneath his suit jacket. Once his tie was straight, he buttoned his suit jacket, wrapped his scarf around his neck, and slipped back into his black pea coat. He fastened the buttons of his coat as he headed for the hotel room door then left the room, making his way to the lift. The doors opened, and he stepped in, flashing a warm smile, and a nod in greeting to the young woman holding a baby. Her cheeks flushed as she returned his smile, and the little boy in her arms giggled when Wolf wiggled his fingers at him.

“He’s darling,” Wolf said.

“Thank you,” she replied shyly.

They made idle chit chat on their way down, and when they reached lobby level, he held the door open for her before following. Outside, his car was waiting for him. He thanked the driver who held the backdoor open.

“Let’s make this quick,” Wolf said when the driver climbed in behind the wheel. “I have a plane to catch.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The driver didn’t disappoint, but then no one in his employment ever did. Until now. His hand clenched into a fist at his side, the leather taut over his knuckles. In twenty-three minutes they were at the airfield. Wolf quickly exited the car, thanking the driver once again, and hurried across the asphalt to the awaiting private jet. Climbing the stairs, the door closed immediately behind him, and he quickly removed his outerwear, handing it to the sweet-faced attendant who scurried off to hang up his coat and scarf. Wolf made himself comfortable in one of the supple leather seats, and as soon as the plane was in the air, the attendant returned with a silver tray and a glass of whiskey on the rocks. The young man licked at his plump bottom lip, his big gray eyes filled with heat.

“Drink, Sir?”

“Thank you, love.” He took the whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. He returned the glass to the tray. “It’s best you bring the bottle.”

Looking somewhat disappointed, the young man nodded. “Right away, Sir.”

Wolf allowed his gaze to follow the slim, elegantly dressed young man. Normally he would have spent the flight buried deep inside that sweet, pert little ass, but his thoughts were otherwise occupied by far more grave matters, leaving him with six hours to think about the man he was on his way to see, the man fighting for his life in hospital. A man he’d promised to protect no matter where in the world he was.

Wolf removed his phone and called Wadsworth. “How is he?”

“Still in surgery, Sir.”

“Notify me the moment anything changes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Wolf hung up, and tapped his fingers on the armrest. Patience was something he prided himself on. It was a skill required in his profession, and no one was as good as he was. Restless was not a trait he possessed. Or so he believed. When he found his knee bouncing, he growled. Images of a handsome face, pitch black hair like his own, and blue eyes who’d once gazed at him with such adoration flooded his thoughts, and he closed his eyes. He was not that man anymore. That man was dead. Why was he doing this? He should never have searched him out. Never gotten involved. What the hell was happening to him? A couple of years ago he wouldn’t have so much as toyed with the idea of stepping out of the shadows.

“Absolute madness,” he huffed.

The attendant returned with his bottle of whiskey, and a glass of ice. He thanked the young man with a strained smile, and waited for him to leave before swiftly pouring himself a full glass which he downed just as quick. Perhaps he should let up on his grip before he ended up breaking another glass.

What if he doesn’t make it?

Shaking his head, Wolf refused to think on it. The flight seemed to take bloody ages, and he was all but growling when they finally landed. He snatched his coat, and scarf from the attendant, and hurried down the steps the moment the door was open. A car was waiting for him on the tarmac, and Wolf wrapped his scarf around him, and slipped into his coat. It was fucking freezing. He climbed into the car, and then they were off.

As much as he loved large cities for the mere fact they made it easy for him to hide in, he sometimes despised the bloody traffic. His knee was bouncing again by the time they reached the hospital, and Wolf took the black baseball cap left for him on the backseat, and secured it to his head before he climbed out. He closed the door behind him, shoved his gloved hands into his pockets, and strolled into the hospital. By now he’d be out of surgery. The waiting area outside the ICU was packed, and Wolf held back a smile at all the people gathered. They were here for him. As Wolf slipped by them unawares, his attention was briefly caught by a very pretty blond man with stunning blue eyes.

Shaking himself out of it, he walked through the doors of the ICU wing. He removed his hat, rolled it up, and shoved it into his pocket followed by his gloves. He smoothed his hair, and walked tall, confidently. It was amazing how no one paid him any mind, simply because he carried himself as if he belonged here. He stopped at the nurse’s station, and lucky him, she was called away from her desk. Slipping behind the desk, he tapped away at the screen until he found the room he was looking for. Walking off, he headed in that direction until he’d arrived at his destination. He took a deep breath, and slipped inside knowing the doctor would be along any moment to speak with his friends.

Wolf turned, and swallowed hard. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and stopped beside the hospital bed, his voice sounding broken when he spoke to the unconscious man.

“Hello, little brother.”

PART TWO 1/11/18


Copyright © 2018 Charlie Cochet. THIRDS published by Dreamspinner Press.