Page 37 of Bad Situation

She could see tears in Harry's eyes. Her own face was wet because she couldn't hold back the tears when she thought about her mother and the horrific treatment she had gone through. Maybe now she could put her past behind her and move forward with her new mate, grandmother, daughter, and anyone else she and Grant added to their family. She was sure that his grandmother was probably also on her way here. Jenna looked forward to meeting her and was sure she would help them make this place a home. There had been a lot of hate and evil down here, and they needed all the love they could to balance it.

It was lunchtime, and everybody was gathering to eat their meal. There was a knock at the door, and Harry jumped up and answered it, curious. It was a lovely lady with dark hair and dark eyes who hurried over to Grant and gave him a big hug. Could this lady, who looked only a little older than him, be his grandmother? Almost anything was possible with paranormals, and it seemed that was what she was.

“This is my grandmother, Martha. Grandma, this is my mate, Jenna, the good witch, Marissa, her mate Damon, scary Harry, the famous witch, Tyne, and Moe, who I believe you know," Grant introduced.

“I'm not sure that Damon has ever been introduced as my mate," Marissa giggled.

“I'm glad to meet all of you. Aren't you a fearsome witch, Marissa? Sounds like you are your mate's equal, so why wouldn't he be introduced as your mate?” Martha asked.

“I like you," Marissa observed.

“I think I like you too, all of you, in fact, and I'm glad you are here to help my grandson get established and finally put my daughter to rest," Martha said.

“Speaking of your daughter, we found a box of her stuff you might want to look at. We will complete the investigation, andthe information will be presented to the council to show what happens when you overlook complaints," Damon explained.

“Glad this was finally taken seriously, and I can't deny that I'm happy that George is dead. Many could have been saved if this happened a long time ago.” Martha pointed out.

“That's why we must pursue this and show the council what happens when a blind eye is turned to this kind of evil.” Damon directed.

“I see you all are eating. Is there anything left?” Martha wondered.

Jenna jumped up and immediately fixed her plate. By the time she returned, someone had directed Martha to a seat. She set the plate down in front of her.

“Thank you. It looks wonderful," Martha complimented. “I hope to be some help once I am through eating. I imagine there's quite a mess to be straightened out.”

“It's terrible, and it's hard to know where to start," Jenna admitted.

“We were beginning to work on some of it. We started with the closet. That's where we found the boxes filled with things that some of his victims had owned. I’ll admit it threw us off, and that was pretty much what we got done yesterday," Harry offered.

“I'll help, and we'll get more done today." Martha was nearly done with her food. “I wouldn't mind a tour of the place. Maybe I can pick out a room?”

Jenna hoped that things would go well. She had a good feeling about Martha and hoped that she would be a close friend and family member. Martha had worked hard all her life, supporting her grandson and being a good provider. There were so many things that needed to be done in this place that Martha could just about pick her job. This might be a good start with getting some of the assistance that she needed around here. Hopefully,her own grandma would arrive before too long. She was a little further away and had to deal with a difficult child.

Everyone was eating., Jenna and Harry took Martha on a tour of the house because Grant had things that he had to do. That was the life of a pack alpha. They started in the attic. Harry was very good at moving things around magically, and they were able to see pretty much everything that was up there, including some boxes that could hold anything. Jenna wasn't sure she wanted to check out boxes two days in a row.

“I want to live up here," Martha said. “It will work well for me, giving all of us some privacy from each other, and that will have all the room I need for myself and for an office that I can work out of.”

“All right. We'll see if we can find some help for you to get this organized. You'll need a kitchenette and a bathroom. I'm unsure about the heating or air conditioning, so someone will have to check that out," Jenna observed.

“I'll take care of all that. All I need is access to a pack or personal account, depending on how these fits. Is there anything up here that you want?” Martha asked.

“I like the steamer trunk. I had thought about taking the desk, but you'll need one, and it looks like it fits well up here," Jenna admitted. “As far as the boxes go, I have no idea what's in them, and I'm not sure I want to know today.”

“We can look through them another day. There is plenty to do without worrying about this now. Why don't we finish the tour?” Martha suggested.

They continued through the house, and Martha suggested various rooms, including a small storage room that would make a great office for her. Why that had not occurred to Jenna, she couldn't say, but the location was great, and it was a perfect size. She would need two desks, one for herself and one forher assistant. Jenna enjoyed the shopping much better than anything else up to this point.

Jenna hoped that things would be set up properly and that she would be able to begin to take up the responsibilities of pack bitch. Martha taking over the attic might turn out to be a good thing. She had promised to take up some duties, and living in the alpha house would make it easier for her to do that. Their cook and housekeeper already had their own places to live nearby, so neither of them needed that space. The huge house would accommodate many more people, but it still left room for guests.

She would have to get someone to take charge of further education for the pack and someone else to work with setting up businesses with pack members. Jenna tried to remember some of Marissa's suggestions, but there had been so many. The main thing she remembered was that Marissa had said that she didn't have to do it all herself, and this was where she could find good people to work with her. It was lunchtime when her grandma and her daughter arrived. She'd not seen them in a long time and was thrilled that they were there.

“These are my grandma, Hilda, and my daughter Sarah. These are Damon and Marissa, Tyne and Moe, Grant, my mate, and his grandmother Martha, and Harry the frog Princess," Jenna said, hoping she had caught everyone in the introduction.

“Harry is famous. I've heard much about you and, of course, the others too," Hilda admitted. “What are you going to need me to help with?”

“There are so many things that need to be done that you can pick what you want to help with. First, we should eat lunch. Harry will be going to get takeout pizza. There should be plenty to feed everyone and leave some for Harry for later.”

Harry was gone in a flash, and she returned quickly, considering she had to pick up pizza. Her flashing was getting good. She was going longer distances, and her time was muchquicker. Everyone sat down, and there was a lot of talking and joking as they ate their pizza and cheesy bread. This was what she could imagine a family gathering would be like. Her grandma had been good to her and her daughter, but their family had been very small, and she'd always wanted it to be larger. She'd missed having a father and never even known who her father was. She knew only who he wasn't. Fatherhood clearly hadn't appealed to him because he had no part in her life or the life of her mother once she had found out she was pregnant.

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