The Gamma's Daughter

Chapter Thirty Two

Mercy

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I waited all night until three o'clock rolled around. I was so pissed by three thirty because I truly believed he just wasn't going to show up. I spend eight hours hopping from tree to tree to keep me awake, alert, and my blood flowing and yet he has yet to show up.

Was I really that paranoid? Am I being irrational? I truly believe I was on to something big, but here I am looking like a fool. For eight hours straight I guessed and guessed what he could be doing out here and this is what I came up with..

Insomnia, homesick, just needed to clear his head, and.. wait. I had just heard a leaf crunch and looked down, but was highly disappointed that it was just a little raccoon. I just wanted to be right, but I guess in a way I'm am really really glad that I'm wrong. So far.

I wish to be so wrong that Baxter isn't a threat to our Pack's. I don't want to have to wake up my head ranks at almost four in the morning because we have a mole in the Pack feeding information to Goddess knows whoever he would be sneaking out to go and meet up with.

Not only would I have been wrong about Baxter, but that also removes his buddy Chandler from being suspicious as well. If he wouldn't have had any involvement after we interrogated him then he is okay in my book still. For now he is still a suspect to me.

A branch broken as leaves began to crunch. I looked to to see what the little trash panda was doing, but my eyes widened in surprise when Baxter walked through the tree line. I watched carefully at every move he made. He kept looking around him and back towards the Pack house making sure no one seen him leave. Suspicious indeed. After pulling his hoodie up, he took of jogging into the woods.

I silently sighed. He literally looks as if he was just going for a jog at this point. Except, since when does a jog start out with watching your surroundings? I silently followed him all the way to the lake where I had to wait across the clearing to watch him run into the woods. I went to climb down, but paused and hid as he turned around slowly.

I peaked around the trunk of the tree watching as he looked around once more, then turned around jogging again. I waited a few seconds before climbing down, then crouching to run across the open field where I climbed another tree. I had to work hard to catch up to him while also maintaining the silence. I was glad for the night being as windy as it was.

He was no longer jogging, but instead full out running. Did he know I was following him? I think he would have made it known by now, right? What is the rush all the sudden? He paused after fifteen minutes again making me halt to a stop and hide once more. He began taking in sharp breaths as his lung most likely burned.

He sighed before taking off again towards the border making me perk up even more awake if possible. I will catch him. I just know he is doing something he shouldn't be doing. Like Bash said, there are places everywhere to go on the territories, why jog straight to the border? Correction jog, then run.

I continued following him until my gut started telling me something was definitely up with this guy. Something wasn't right. He was getting almost nervous as his movement became sloppy. We made it to the border and I stayed a good distance back, but not to far that I couldn't hear if he was to whisper.

I crouched down squinting my eyes and he took in his surroundings. Goddess, let my gut be wrong. Please? He turned to the border and whistled lowly making me look to the other side of the border. Damn it.

I immediately opened the link with the guys.

"Just incase right? He is waiting for someone."
"How do you know?" James linked back as the other two hummed their agreement.