Hunters and Hybrids

Chapter 4

Alexei rumbled, deep in the pit of his throat, He could smell the Mutt from his spot outside the cabin. He smiled slightly as he smelled it's blood from the wound it had received when it was captured. He wanted nothing more than to go in and beat it to a pulp. But he had to go back and see Arkady later or his master would get suspicious. The last thing he needed was to have that Mutt's scent on him and he knew that if he washed, (He shuddered at the thought of it) Arkady would get suspicious.

His oversized ears could hear the Mutt whimpering as the pain in his wound got bad. This was worth betraying the Kolcheck Pack for.

After all, he had been humiliated when the Mutt and his Mortal partner had come barrelling into Arkady's home with him tied up in the trunk of his car when, on Arkady's orders he had broken into the Mutt's den to give him a hint that the Comescu Clan of Hunters was after him. He had been there to help and the Mutt had betrayed him.

Inside the cabin, Callen howled as yet again, he tried to change back into his human form.

"Quiet Mutt!" Alexei growled and hit the door to the cabin with a resounding thud.

Inside all noise ceased.

Callen jumped as the voice came from outside, he had hoped he was alone. Obviously they had someone guarding him. He stopped and limped over to the main cabin door and sniffed.

Ogres!

He shook his muzzle to try and rid it of the offending smell, and he realized he recognized that scent. It was one of Arkady's bodyguards.

He growled in frustration, wanting nothing more than to tear his throat out. His hackles rose and he barked in anger at the thing behind the door.

"Quiet!" Alexei's voice came again.

Callen shook his head and snorted in annoyance and limped back to the makeshift bed, looking longingly at the water in the bowl. Hell, he was so hungry even the drugged kibble was starting to look good.

He knew it was drugged, but still, the water would help him and he might be able to heal faster with the food. He sniffed the kibble and his stomach rumbled. He had no idea what the drug did, but he was so hungry. He ate some hoping that no one would find out and mentally wishing it was bacon.

Within a few moments he got sleepy, so he limped over to the bed he had made, winced as he used his front paws to pull the blankets into a comfortable position and laid his head down again, just as the cabin started to spin in his head.

Gibbs sighed as he, Tim and Tony walked into Callen's house.

"You sure Callen will be ok with us staying here?" Tony asked.

Gibbs nodded, "I usually stay here when I'm in town. I'll rack in Callen's room, DiNozzo, go to the car, there are two cots and sleeping bags. McGee. You organize food. There are menu's in the kitchen drawer." Gibbs told them.

He headed to Callen's room and put his bag down on the bed.

He didn't feel bad for taking the bed, because, well... It was his bed. Callen still slept on the bedroll on the floor. Gibbs, however had insisted if Callen wasn't going to buy a couch for him to sleep on that he should at least get a bed.

He walked over to the bookcase and clicked on the mark on the side of the wood.

Walking into the concealed room, Gibbs looked over the paperwork.

"Oh, Callen... Still searching." He sighed.

He had known of his friend's search for his ancestry and his people. He had tried to help, but he was a mortal looking in an area that was out of his knowledge.