An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 8 - A Party, A Werewolf, A Hunter

Chapter 8 - A Party, A Werewolf, A Hunter

                 Friday night had finally arrived. 

                Lydia’s house was crammed from wall to wall with teens and free flowing alcohol.  Brooklyn slinked her way through the bodies pressed so tightly together like their very lives depended on it. 

                Ah the smell of Jack, Jim, the Captain, and teenage angst all rolled into one…..

                Brooklyn had redressed the injury on her side, wishing to avoid any contact from drunk staggering adolescents.  The area was highly sensitive to the slightest touch as she had been made painfully aware earlier that night.  Most of the partygoers avoided the hunter, simply shrugging her presence off as a college kid who was a friend of a friend to Lydia.  Some of the guys humped her with their eyes as she made her way through the living room and into the kitchen.  Brooklyn ignored their horny stares, knowing it was their penises doing the thinking and not the brain upstairs. 

                Most don’t even know how to use the lump three feet above their asses yet….

                One dared to reach out and grab her ass which earned the unsuspecting groper a broken wrist. 

                Probably won’t feel it until the Captain sets sail….

                Derek watched with intrigue as the hunter made her way through the rolling sea of booze and bodies.  His nose detected the faint hint of blood and ointment concealed beneath the fresh gauze.  She was nothing like any other hunter he had crossed paths with.  The hunter was in perfect control of her body, even now as she slid between jock and prep alike.

                Brooklyn stopped and looked upward towards him as he leaned on the railing.  Their eyes briefly locked before she broke away and continued on her search for Scott.  Derek followed the hunter’s slender form with his eyes, watching her vanish out onto the deck. 

                Brooklyn found the one chair left and quickly claimed it as her own.  She had seen Stiles’ Jeep and pulled in behind it but no sign of Scott or Stiles.  As she sat and took in the entertaining scenes of drunken stupor and bad karaoke, the hunter felt the familiar weight of Derek’s stare upon her once again.

                Is there a chance you can hurt me?

                Yes…..

                Is there a chance you may kill me?

                Yes….    

                Do you think you can keep your anger in check long enough for us to kill the Alpha?

                Probably…..

                His answers were blunt but short and rang in her ears.  She had asked Derek point blank if she could be hurt or worse.  At least he was honest and didn’t sugar coat anything. 

                Stiles wandered through the various gatherings of fellow classmates as Scott and Allison had wandered off somewhere.  Lydia was looking hotter than usual in the tight green dress that rested right below her knees.  It was like looking at a goddess sent down from the heavens.   Jackson flashed him a dirty look before leading her away from Stiles’ prying eyes.