The Gates Are Open At The Zoo

Igrin as I walk through town placing the flyers in every mailbox at every house in the Resistance Quarter. This is going to ruffle feathers when the right people see it, but Belle and I decided it has to be a direct hit. Deli won't turn away from her new toy if we don't aim right for her heart.

This place is the thing she's so damn proud of and it's a vulnerable target. Fucking with the landscape here in ways she can't control or decry for lack of proof will help me regain control of her. Once I get her in line, the rest of her family will follow suit without a fight.

I desperately need to get them back in our lives; the others simply don't compare.

Belle and her family are great when I want to wage war, but they simply lack the emotional capacity and attention span to be constant playmates. Rhea and Alistair are obviously too eager to be loved; they'll sell us out for a butt plug. The kitty and her ilk are the most intelligent, feisty, and adventurous folks in the Rift right now. Losing them to our shitty arch nemesis is a blow, but I can fix it.

After all, Taurus and Talia are about as interesting as vanilla yogurt on beige khakis. They only want to diddle each other and that leaves big gaping holes—see what I did there—in the cat's kink profile.

I know… I sound like I'm scheming against someone I don't like, but that's not the case. Wilde and I love our mates, though some more than others. Obviously, my attachment to Rafe and Wilde's to Deli supersede everything. Though Wilde is pretty fond of the lazy artist, too. I just see Dels as more of my sister and the whole mating thing required something I knew she'd enjoy. It's not like we ever have to do it again now.

My punky bulldog-esque friend has mentioned a couple of times that attitude might fuck things up, but I don't think so. Deli loves the people she loves and asks for almost nothing. She won't demand things I don't offer, and even if she does, I'll just be demure. She'll tire of asking over time and the whole ‘female mate' thing will disappear.

I'm smart as hell when I want to be. It's why I always win.

"Are you sure we're not missing anyone?"

I squint, looking over at Belle with an eye roll. "The community is a big fucking circle, B."

"Yeah, but… it feels like we're missing something."

Tilting my head, I think about it before snapping my finger. "Shit, we have to do the Cabal Quarter, too. A few people still live there."

"Good call, S. You always get what I'm saying."

I wait until she spaces out again and sigh. She's just not always the most connected person. It's not satisfying to spend time with someone who's only really alive when they're going to war.

At least, not for me.

I hold the paper out in front of me, grinning as I read it again.

Come one, come all!

The Coyote Den and The Ranch invite you to

their new joint venture:

‘The Zoo' will be open to the public on March 31st.

Join us for drinks, food, and deviant fun at the newest party place in the Rift.

The Zoo is a full service karaoke bar hosted by our resident Broadway babies, Roman and Janus.

ANYTHING GOES AT THE ZOO.

Nothing is too wild, too scandalous, or too deviant because you and me, baby, are nothing but mammals.

Sex, drugs, booze, and violence are not only allowed, but highly encouraged.

Be who you are—not who they expect you to be—at the Zoo.

Note: Beware of the bouncer. Belle is itching to bust some head if you are a buzzkill to us or our patrons.

Her rule is law in the Zoo, and you'd better believe she'll be enforcing it.