#max threads

Sure, she was a fairly liberal leader but it didn’t escape her notice that someone was missing and that was definitely a problem. “I don’t think I’ve pissed off anyone recently,” she shook her head a little as she practically spoke to herself. She looked up from the counter of the diner she owned, “Yeah, can I help you?” Maybe she shouldn’t talk like that to a potential customer but her thoughts turned into an attitude that was getting the better of her.

          “Damn girl, you look sore,” she walked up to her shifter, grin in place. It wasn’t the same kind of smile she’d give most people, her warmth was reserved for her family. “Mace did mention that he was pushing you guys to your limits,” she crossed her arms, “Sorry I haven’t checked in soon, Kenna.”

          “You always look so grumpy,” she said as she helped herself to a drink, “I need to talk to you about something. If you tell me you don’t have time, I swear to god I’ll cut your hair off while you’re asleep.” It was a joke, mostly.

          “Well I found at least one reason to stay here longer,” Max smirked as she came up to Mila, “You look gorgeous.”

           “Alright,” she made her typical entrance which was essentially just barging in after finding just where August was at the estate, “I’m here.” She took the bag from her shoulder and set it down on a chair, “You look like you’re about to pop, babe.” Dark eyes took in the beta, whose features often read as angry or stressed or just general can’t be bothered-ness. 

          Here was the thing. Yes, Max tended to lean more towards the wolves. She had nothing personal against vampires as a whole but she did have something against the palpable arrogance that followed Ivar Nygaard wherever he went. The wolves treated the shifters like they were part of the community, Ivar couldn’t even deign himself to bother with them. But now was not the time for little squabbles. “Ivar, babe, have you been sleeping? You look horrible,” she kept her smirk in place, “I thought it was time we talked. You know, leader to leader.”

          The aftermath of the entire party left Max feeling hollow. Two of her shifters were dead, one of them just a young girl who never did anyone any harm. What’s worst is that the people responsible got away with it because everyone was distracted during the riot. “You know we’ll have to talk about this,” she said, slowly sitting down in front of her second, “Kenna told me that it was Eros, he was practically bragging about killing a shifter.” She clicked her tongue a bit, knowing that she would usually never want to make him talk about his old life. “It’s your old group, Mace,” she said with complete clarity, “I need you to talk to me.”

          There was no time to mourn as Max soon learned. The fighting started to break out as she still sat on the floor, cradling Dot’s body. While Rhys had appeared, there was no sign of Mace and that caused her stomach to sink. “I need to find Mace,” she stood looking up at Rhys for a second, “Round up every shifter you can find, I’ll meet up with you.” She walked through the crowd, pushing people way and elbowing some of them in the face. That’s what she saw him, her best friend. But he wasn’t being attacked and defending himself, no, he was attacking someone. She didn’t waste any time, coming up to kick him hard in the back of the knee to drop him before grabbing him and pulling him up to face her. “You’re not going to make me give the whole this isn’t you speech, are you?” she questioned him, searching his face to a sign he had some control left in him.