An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 76 - Afflictions

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

"What's with you?"

Kris noticed his sister's brooding expression as she sat before the fire.

"For the last few weeks we have done absolutely nothing about Derek Hale, Brooklyn Ravenwood, the Alpha, or the other beta."

"In case you have forgotten, Kate, we're hunters, not the cops."

"Since when did you become the wait and see type? I can remember in your youth you weren't so patient."

"I've learned and experienced a lot since then," Kris retorted. "Besides I have a daughter to worry about now."

"So why don't you teach her everything?" Kate let the strands slip through her fingers before looking up at her brother.

"I will decide when the time's right for that," Kris angrily replied before retiring upstairs. Something caught the attention of the younger hunter as Allison hurried around the corner. The knowing smirk crept up her face as her niece was slowly piecing together the Argent puzzle. First it was the necklace then it was the fragments from the arrows that she "accidentally" left behind on the bench in the garage. Now she had sought Kate for help, refusing to be weak and helpless any longer. Well Kate was only more than eager to oblige Allison's pleas.

I think I can help you get what you want…..

But her thoughts soon turned to the events of a few days before. Her anger rose as she stared into the fire, feeling sick at the idea Derek had survived mentally but was stronger than before. Apparently she had not completely broken the young werewolf.

"Where there's a will…..there's a way," she picked up the phone and slowly punched a lengthy text. Her eyes lit up like the fires of Hell as Kate knew her plan was coming together. Where blood would run through her veins, ice water filled every space.

"There is no way Brooklyn is going to get her happy ending," Kate punched send on her phone.

"Come on Scott," Brooklyn stopped and put her hands on her hips. "How can I practice if you won't keep the mitts up? You're a werewolf for crying out loud! I'm just a weak pregnant woman…"

"Right," the teen rolled his eyes.

"But seriously I need to stay in shape," she bumped the teen's hands up to a level she was content with. "I am not going to gain a bunch of weight!"

"Does Derek know you're doing this little boot camp?"

"Yes," the hunter pivoted and punched the adjacent mitt then twisted and hit the other. "He thinks it's a good idea too. Great stress relief I do say."

"So how far along are you?"

Brooklyn took to doing jabs and hooks, alternating between the two styles of hitting.

"Considering I have about three months before I'm screaming and calling Derek every name under the sun….."

"That soon?"

The hunter stopped and let her arms drop to her sides and looked blankly at Scott. Her copper locks were flattened against her forehead as sweat beaded across her arms neck and face. Scott could pick up two distinct heartbeats as she took steady breaths.

"Hybrid," was all she said before spinning around and high kicking the right mitt. The precision of her strike caught Scott off guard as he stumbled back a few paces. He caught a glimpse of the swell from under the dark grey shirt and shorts. Scott had had the unfortunate pleasure of hearing her curses and shouts at the growing tightness of her jeans and decided it would be best if he kept his mouth shut.