Shifters of Grrr 1 by Emerald Wright, Terra Wolf, Shelley Shifter, Artemis Wolffe, Wednesday Raven, Amelia Jade, Mercy May, Jacklyn Black, Rachael Slate, Eve Hunter Page A

Jake gave thanks to the longer lifespans of shifters. Living to be a century and a half had its benefits when it came to investing and becoming wealthy.
    As such, many in the shifter community were quite well off. His parents, in particular, as head of a pack back home, were in an extremely well-off financial situation. Jake had inherited some of their wealth, managing to build it up into a rather profitable portfolio himself.  
    To fix this, he would need a lot of liquid capital, which would mean selling some of his shares in various companies, hopefully it wouldn't hurt him in the long run. At that moment though, he didn't care. He needed to fix what he had done. Besides, he wouldn't be doing it alone.
    The first thing he would need was help. He stood up, taking the Fire Marshall's offered hand.  
    "Thank you. Now, I need to set about making this right."
    He pulled out his cell phone, already dialing the number.
    "I need your help. The campsite. Ten minutes ago." Then he hung up and waited.
    Shortly thereafter three trucks came racing down the road, sliding to a halt as the pack piled out around him.  
    "What's wrong Jake?" They all looked at him worriedly, not understanding the urgency.  
    "We have a problem. A big one. Look around you." They all surveyed the territory, but they were looking past the ashes, the scorched and dead trees and burned buildings. They were looking for threats, he realized.
    "What are you looking at?" He asked instead.
    "Burned stuff," Kevin replied first.
    "Well, this was found at the epicenter of the fire." He tossed the ornament he had been holding to Holden. It took him a moment to recognize it, but when he did, he met Jakes gaze, anguish clearly visible within.
    "No," he whispered, "it couldn't be."
    "It could and did." He looked around at the pack, his brothers in spirit if not blood.  
    "We started this fire. We caused all this, it was from our campsite that the fire started. When we didn't put out the fire, it sparked and set the whole place ablaze." The others looked at each other, all of them disgusted with each other.
    "So, we're going to make it right. Whether Harper is my mate or not, this should never have happened. We caused it, now we're going to fix it. Luckily, we have the money and connections to make this just like it was, if not better."
    "So, where do we start?" That was Bryce, looking around, his calculating mind already evaluating what they would need. That was one thing about his group, Jake thought. They all had different skill sets.
    "Chase, get on the horn with property cleanup companies. We're going to need teams here hauling away all the dead trees and buildings. We're only two hours away from Seattle. Tell them to drop whatever they're doing, we'll pay."
    As he rushed off to the truck to start making some phone calls, Jake was already doling out more instructions.
    "Holden, get on the phone with the municipality, find out what sort of codes we need to be aware of as we're doing this, and see if you can get blueprints of the layout from them. Kevin, call in some general contractors, get estimates of costs to rebuild the buildings."
    "Ethan, Bryce, I need you two to look into costs for trees, shrubs, topsoil and dirt to help replace all this."
    "What are you going to do?" Ethan asked as they all began to break out their phones.
    "I'm going to find us some more manpower."
    Jake woke in the morning and went back to work. They had made what felt like a million phone calls the previous day, arranging all sorts of help. Several teams had even shown up before dark.  
    Now, with the sun barely starting to crest the hills in the distance, the campground was coming alive with life. Big machines had rolled in late at night, and now they were limbering up, getting ready to start scooping up the detritus. In places where machines wouldn't fit, crews of men were busy using shovels, axes, and saws to remove trees and ash.
    Near the old lodge buildings, teams of men were sifting