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Justice Calling

By:Annie Bellet

Chapter 1

Life-changing moments are sneaky little bastards. Often we don’t even know that nothing will ever be the same until long after, only in hindsight can we look and say “There! That was it! That changed everything.”  
Well, at least we could, if we’re alive to do it.
For me, it was just another Thursday evening on a blustery spring day.  I was finishing up a Japanese to English translation job and only somewhat pretending to mind the register in my comic and game shop.  That’s the benefit of being the owner, I suppose. No one was going to tell me to be cheerful and pay attention to customers.
There weren’t any, anyway. Thursday nights are game night and we close early. I hadn’t flipped the sign yet as I was waiting on Harper, my best friend of the last four years, to stop swearing at her game of StarCraft.  
“No amount of Banelings in the world are going to save you here,” I said, glancing over at her screen.
“Marines are overpowered,” she growled.
“Sure,” I said, trying not to laugh.  It was an old gripe. Whatever race her opponent played in the game was always OP, according to the logic of Harper. “Maybe you should play with a mouse instead of just your track pad?”
“I’m practicing my hotkeying,” she said. “Shut up, you’re distracting me.”
The string of bells on the door tinkled and I turned away from my laptop to face the front of the store, figuring it was either a college student or a harried mother looking for Pokemon or Magic the Gathering cards.  Those types, beyond my regulars, are about all that trickle into my store on weekdays.
The man who came in was no college student, and he definitely wasn’t a soccer mom.  He walked through the door and paused, his head turning and his eyes wide from the change between daylight and the strategically placed lamps I keep in my shop.  He took in the front display of the latest adventure releases and the wall rack of new release comics, then stepped further in, head turning as though searching for something or someone.
His uncertainty gave me a moment to look him over.  He looked roughly thirty years old and somewhat like a Hollywood version of a Norse God.  About six foot six with shaggy white blond hair, features that a romance novel would call chiseled, and more lean muscle than a CrossFit junkie.  He was also packing a handgun, mostly hidden beneath his custom fitted leather jacket.
So, you know, not your average comic book or tabletop gaming enthusiast.
There was also the part where my wards hummed for moment, a sound only I could hear. Which meant he wasn’t human, either.
Not that this was weird for the town of Wylde, Idaho. Most of the non-college-student population isn’t wholly human. We’re the shape-shifter capital of the West. Harper herself is a fox shifter, two of the other three in my game group are a wolverine and a coyote. Guy who owns the pawn shop next to me is a bonafide leprechaun and the woman who runs the bakery on the other side is some kind of witch or maybe a druid.  The thick ley lines that run through the River of No Return Wilderness at the edge of town draw all kinds of supernaturals to the area.
It’s what had drawn me here. I’d always heard the best place to hide a leaf is in a forest.
 I was immediately on my guard. Wards aren’t really my strong suit, so I didn’t know what flavor of preternatural this giant was, but the gun didn’t bode well.  Nor did the way he looked at me like he recognized me, or the way he came over to the counter, moving with preternatural grace around the comic book displays.  I gathered my power inside myself, preparing to send a bolt of pure energy into his chest if needed.  I hadn’t cast a real spell like that in years, but I figured I could get a single one off without knocking myself unconscious with the effort. Probably.
“Can I help you?” I asked, glad the counter was between us, even if the glass case full of dice and card boxes would be little more than a stutter-step to clear for a shifter.
“Who are you?” he said. His voice was deep, with a slight accent. Russian maybe. His eyes were the blue of glacier ice and his expression about as welcoming.
“Jade Crow,” I said, teeth grinding with the effort of speaking and keeping control of my magic. “Who are you?”
“Hi handsome,” Harper said, climbing out of the overstuffed chair next to me that she’d been gaming in. She snapped her laptop shut and gave the newcomer a dazzling smile.  She was angular and punky, with spiky brown hair and a way of making men forget what they were going to say when she smiled.
Then she stopped smiling and her eyes got huge, focusing in on the silver feather he wore strung around his neck. “Oh, shit. Justice. Forgive me.” And she bowed her head like she was addressing some kind of royalty.