At first tears would come to his eyes but as time passed his insides would turn to stone and he would berate himself for not spending this time lookin...g for Lei's murderer. He often sat thinking of the ways that he would make Lei's murderer suffer before he finally killed him.On Mondays, Roger would let the cleaning lady in, pay her and then go down to the main road and do his shopping for the week. He would stop at a restaurant and get a steak before he returned to the cabin. The cleaning lady. Mostly, I think, out of some womanly camaraderie. Their lips parted but their eyes remained closed. Closed, I suspect, against my leers. They giggled sweetly when they felt the other’s caress, usually when their legs inadvertently touched as their limbs and lower torso were in continual motion, squirming, twitching, and shifting as their arousal continued to build. I could hear their breathing, coming hard and forced, and when one moaned in particular delight, the other would giggle before. “That would mean...” Megan sent. Her wolf wanted to snarl in both joy and determination. “Two challenges left,” Charmaine said as she ruffled Megan’s fur. Megan jerked her head away. The omega woman averted her eyes but grinned. “For your next challenge, you will learn to support the pack. You’ll live as a new beta for a week, working alongside them. But not today. Today, you should rest for the challenges to come.” * Living as a beta wasn’t the worst thing to do, but it was definitely an. Once more it was Gabrain who managed to get through to him."Your Grace, we have been here before. This is selfish on your part and does the people of Scotland no good whatsoever. Remember, before you came, many more than this would have died every year. Died of various ailments, killed by Norsemen or just perished through the effects of a poor diet and poor hygiene."The best memorial you can give the dead is to carry on with your plans. The best defence against something like this happening.