An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 64 - The Alpha Commeth

Derek hunted the Alpha down, staying steady on the other's scent. The Alpha knew he could lose the beta and started shifting back into his human form. The beta was beginning to let up as the trail grew colder with each passing step. Soon all would be revealed but now wasn't the time.

Brooklyn had lost sight of Derek and knew there was no way she could catch up.

"Well when he's done chasing he'll know where to find me," the hunter took another drink of coffee. She knew that once Derek was hooked on the Alpha's scent it was impossible to stop him. As she sat alone in the corner booth a shadow crossed the table.

"What do you want?"

Jackson slipped in the opposite bench and said nothing.

"Are you deaf?"

"No," he smirked. "I heard you the first time. We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Brooklyn was curt and tight in her answer. "Besides you're walking the line by even talking to me let alone being across the table from me."

"Oh you mean Derek," Jackson shortly laughed. "Considering he's a wanted fugitive I don't think he'll risk showing his face here."

Brooklyn slid the mug to the edge of the table, keeping her eye on the teen as the waitress refilled her cup. Jackson could see Brooklyn wasn't too keen on letting anyone see her face as the Atlanta Braves ball cap was pulled over her eyes.

"I know who you really are," Jackson rested his chin atop the laced digits. "You're not Stiles' cousin; you're a hunter."

"Congratulations my secret's out," Brooklyn was unimpressed. "FYI Einstein but it's no great mystery."

"Oh but the sheriff doesn't know and I considering I know where you and Derek are hiding I would be concerned."

"I grow tired of your little mind games Jackson. Your mental IQ is that of a 12 year old."

"Oh ouch," the bright blue eyes rolled in sarcasm.

"Okay smartass how about this: Those pretty little scratches on your neck…."

"What about them?" Jackson rubbed the nape of his neck.

"What if the wrong people were to know about those? They would figure out rather quickly you're aware of the werewolf presence and may even be one. Then what genius? Did you even think this lame brain idea of yours completely through? I mean you're what….Blackmailing Scott, myself, and Derek so that way you can become like them. Sounds really attainable."

Brooklyn slapped the bills down on the table with a short snap then slid from the plastic seat and started for the door. Jackson was right behind her.

"Okay Pretty Boy," she tightened her fingers into his jacket and partially lifted him off the ground as his back slammed against the side of the wall. "Last warning: Back off."

"No," Jackson shook his head. "It's not your call."

"When the person I care about is looking at life or death, it is my call."

Jackson started punching the numbers to the sheriff but Brooklyn smacked his phone from his hand.

"Oh no," she shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Oh but I do," his grin was illuminated into a sinister smile against the ugly yellow street lamp. He ripped her grip apart from his jacket and flipped their positions with Brooklyn pinned against the wall.

"Here's the deal," he dared to let his lips brush past hers, feeling the brief but electrifying charge pass between them. "You don't have any hold over me anymore. I know what you are and that with one motion you'll be in jail and Derek will fry. But if I get what I want….."