An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 65 - The Alpha Commeth Part 2

"Let her go," Derek started for the Alpha.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," Peter closed the hunter's throat a little tighter, listening to the tiny pathetic gasps for air. "Unless that is you want her to die."

"No," the beta backed down as Peter slowly released his hold over Brooklyn.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?"

The hunter rubbed her neck while never allowing her eyes to leave the form of the Alpha.

"Brook run now," Derek shot a look at her before going back to his uncle. Jennifer lunged for the hunter but Brooklyn was faster. The hunter hooked her right arm, feeling her fist slam into the smaller woman's jaw. Jennifer collapsed to the cold unforgiving tile like a fighter that had been dealt a knockout blow.

"That wasn't very nice," Peter quietly chided her. "She was my nurse."

"Get over it," Brooklyn snarled.

"You mean like how I should get over my family being murdered? Or how about what's his name in Virginia? Have you gotten over that?"

"Bastard…."

Derek growled as pale ice lit his eyes and he propelled from the wall and into Peter's waiting arms. Brooklyn desperately tried to get a sight on her target but Peter was using Derek as a shield.

"Would you really shoot family? Are you so much like them you're willing to hurt your mate?"

"Don't listen to him," Derek pleaded with his hunter. "I can heal; you know that."

Her hand shook as she lowered the gun and fired. The bullet struck Derek in the lower thigh, missing the artery by inches. Peter dropped his shield unceremoniously and started for the human. Brooklyn opened fire but Peter's unnatural reflexes proved to be to his advantage as he grabbed the muzzle and tore it from her hand.

"Such an annoying thing," he examined the weapon and bent the muzzle upward rendering it useless. Brooklyn was temporarily stunned at the show of strength but quickly shook it off. She resorted to hand to hand, taking several swings and punches at her foe. Peter thwarted her slow attacks, blocking each one with a flip of his wrist. Her legs dropped as she went for a sweep but the werewolf leapt over and back down.

"I must admit you were a perfect choice," he sighed. "I can see why Derek wanted you."

"Don't even go there," the hunter warned him.

"I know about you two," Peter grabbed Brooklyn's jacket and hurled her against the wall. "This entire time since the day you walked into town I've been watching you."

"Gross," Brooklyn coughed. "Where the hell is Chris Hansen when you need him?"

"Your tongue is sharp…..I like that," Peter flung her across the hall way like a dog would swing a toy in its mouth.

"You picked up on everything I left for you," he congratulated her.

"Why kill those people?"

"Do you not understand?" The anger erupted like Vesuvius as Peter threw Brooklyn down watching her slide along the floor. "They murdered everyone I loved! They did the same thing to you!"

"But I didn't kill anyone," Brooklyn doubled over in pain.

"So the bullet that ripped through that hunter's chest didn't count? Oh but you did kill in retaliation and you liked it. You're no different than us."

"I am so much different than you," she struggled to crawl to her hands and knees.

"Really now," Peter kicked her in the ribs watching as the force of his strike sent her flying through the air. Derek saw the distress in her eyes as the bullet wound healed. The beta was on his feet and leapt on Peter's back. Peter thrusted their bodies on the wall, feeling Derek's grip slowly relent. The clawed hands dug into the collar of his jacket before the violent rush of air met solid wall.