The Hunt.

Ch. 30 Ryon the Traitor, wait no - the... waiter?

Sandra's P.O.V.

I took a quick five minute shower, and stepped out. Unlike he'd have me think, I know Dean's making plans with Levi to ensure Ryon's quick demise. But he didn't deserve to die, maybe be banished for life, but not to die. Glancing at the clock, it was 10:50, I had planned to meet up with someone. 

Sneaking out of the house, I knew Dean was in the auditorium. I don't use our attachment to sense where he is most of the time, but I have to be cautious now. So I pulled out the one thing I haven't used in a while. Slowly, I used the trick Levi taught me to make my emotions seem neutral, and I walked to the border of the family ranch. My contacts were waiting there. I'd used them before, they're my family's private investigators. While Dean thought I was asleep I called them, and I spoke to Diane, she agrees this is probably for the best. 

"Who do you need us to find?" 

"His name is Ryon, I need you to find him fast, he's in danger. Start looking sometime after midnight. Here's the money." I ordered, they nodded and swiftly walked off. 

As I walked back to the house, I ran into the one and only, Dean. 

*Dean's P.O.V.* 

Walking to the house, I saw Sandra, she wore her pajamas, a black tank top, and grey sweat pants. Her hair was still wet and tangled. 

"Kitten?" I asked, she looked at me, I noticed she had her arms crossed as if cold. She probably was, it looked like she jumped out of the shower pretty fast. "Hey." She said, I felt her affection for me as she met my gaze. "What are you doing out here?" I asked, I talked to Levi, we'd planned out Ryon's assassination, or punishment from me if Sandra asked me not to kill him. She gave me a sheepish smile. "I got out of the shower and didn't see you, so I went looking." She admitted, I felt her embarrassment, slight shock at my appearance, and guilt. As if looking for me were a bad thing. 

"I'm sorry kitten, I was just talking with Levi." 

Pulling her into a hug, she felt a little cold. 

"Don't kill him Dean." She whispered, I nodded. "I won't kitten, I won't." 

*Sandra's P.O.V.* 

Walking upstairs, I put on a black dress the was long sleeved, it tightly wrapped around my body but not too tightly, afterwards I slid on those black pumps I've been dying to wear, curled my hair a little, pinning it up, definitely added some winged eyeliner, and dark rouge lipstick. By the time I was finished, it was time to go attend Ryon's punishment. Sliding on some black lace gloves, I knew my get up wouldn't look unusual. This was a mourning event. Dean was dressed in a black suit, and he offered me his elbow as we stepped out of the house. 

This time we weren't going in through the back, we were going in through the front, like the rest of the pack members. Each person was given a rose before they walked in, and Dean and I had seats reserved in the front. We sat down, and as everyone settled down, the lights went out. Of course we have night vision but the change was slightly startling. A large plank was pulled out, and I heard and smelled Ryon and I knew he was strapped to it even though he wasn't facing us. Suddenly, a single candle was lit where the podium in the center of the stage was, and Levi stood there. His face was illuminated and I noticed he was wearing peculiar clothes. 

He wore black dress pants, and a white shirt made out of strange fabric with strange symbols sewn into it, he also looked extremely grave. The single light illuminated him, and he faced the crowd, his eyes grazing over everyone. "We're all gathered here for a reason I'd hoped would never happen." His voice was dark and wet with sadness. "Everyone here knows that disobeying direct orders from your pack Alpha is werewolf treason," he continued, there were no murmurs, I could hear the steady breathing of everyone, and the crackling of the single candle burning. "Treason is punishable by death, but," I noticed Dean made a slight hand motion directed towards Levi, "I've been in counsel with my wife, and we've decided instead of taking his life, we're exiling him. He will never be allowed on this territory ever again. If he trespasses on this territory afterwards, he will be killed on the spot." The words rang through the mute auditorium, echoing around. "He will be removed from the pack," I heard surprised gasps, and Dean and I exchanged a look.