An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 91 - Choices

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

Markus slammed on the brakes the instant he spotted the Charger. Derek was still seated inside as the hunter sprinted towards the car. His fingers remained wrapped securely around the wheel as he couldn't move his arms or legs.

"Derek," he flung the door open. "Derek where's my daughter?"

Derek lifted his head up and over to the demanding steel eyes. Immediately the Brit realized something was terribly wrong.

"Peter has her," the werewolf managed to breathe.

"Damn it," Markus cursed loud enough for anyone to hear. The Alpha wolf had gone too far this time.

"I can't move," Derek regretfully informed the hunter. "Peter pulled rank on me."

"Son of a bitch," Markus marched for his car to retrieve his bag. He wasn't sure if he could keep his emotions, particularly anger, in check if he crossed paths with Peter Hale.

"You can ease up on the death grip!"

Brooklyn smacked Peter's hand forcing the Alpha to stop in the middle of the woods. He spun around with inhuman precision and glared with glowing crimson.

"No," he growled.

"You're cutting the blood off," she continued fighting. "And I need to rest. In case you forgot I'm P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T!"

That made Peter rethink his tactics.

"Oh yes that's right," he said thoughtfully. "You're a high risk and we can't have you or my grandniece and grandnephew getting hurt now can we?"

He clutched her shoulder tightly creating pain against the pressure point above the clavicle. Brooklyn gasped and felt her body contort as it was pushed down on the large boulder. Her face was twisted in agony as Peter held steadfast in his movement for several seconds longer to get his message across.

"Rest," he callously indicated.

"Gee, thanks for being so considerate," she rubbed the tender spot. Her face darkened with disgust as Peter paced around her. "So exactly what is the point of reenacting Sherman's March?"

"Did you know that females are highly valued in a pack? They hold a special position."

Brooklyn followed him with her eyes but was aware of the large rock beside her foot.

"Let me guess," she interrupted his pathetic speech, "You want me to join the Brady Bunch right?"

"That is the plan," Peter chuckled. "I mean you're carrying Derek's young and you are already considered part of the pack…."

"Not interested in sprouting a tail," she hissed. Peter halted midstride then whipped around, getting up in the hunter's face. His breath was hot and moist as it coated her nose and cheeks. The sapphires now burned raging red. Brooklyn felt the sharp claws digging into her skin as cold terror flooded her pores.

"You needed my help if you so kindly recall! I will collect!"

"Derek will kill you if you even dare….."

"My nephew will not resist. He will come to terms with my choices and realize bringing you completely into the pack makes us stronger."

"You really should seek professional help."

"Oh is Brooklyn trying to be funny?"

"No," she said flatly.

"Oh well then excuse me."