Jealousy Can Be Flattering

Chapter Thirteen - New

Over the asphalt we sped on his bike. What little of my hair extended from under the helmet constantly whipped through the air behind us. It was such a rush, I started to laugh in my nervous state and tightened my grip around Desmonds waist. He tensed at first but relaxed as he understood. It was not long before we pulled into the driveway of the main Hunters Residence.

Was it odd that I could betray my own kind so easily? Not really. Not when it was considered that none of them had bothered with me until they found out I was Joel's sister and therefore their Alpha-heir. There was so much politics involved in this world. Politics bred the corrupt. It is easier to cut down a dying tree when it is young, than when it is grown large. I was just providing a public service.

As soon as I pulled my helmet off, the scents of the hunters hit me like a brick wall. And instant round of sneezing ensued. I managed to get myself off the bike and stand almost permanently doubled over in the yard before the house. Sneezes continued to wrack my body as Desmond just stood there, arms folded over his chest and an annoying smirk on his face. I really needed to get some Benadryl or something. Even a nasal spray, with it's found back-of-the-throat taste, would do if it meant this sneezing would end. Eventually, though, the sneezes subsides as my body became accustomed to the stench. I righted my posture and straightened my clothes, crinkling my nose while it still tingled - threatening to sneeze again. I followed Desmond into the residence and we traced a path to Peters study.

Desmond knocked sharply twice on the door, which was responded with a gruff "enter" from the other side. The Hunter opened the door, striding confidently through with me following. Inside the study appeared to have not changed at all since my previous visit. Everything remained in its place, right down to the stone turtle-snake creature. Peter stood behind his desk, palms bracing his body as he bent over some papers. The crease in his forehead told me something wasn’t adding up. He looked as if he had been struggling with the issue in front of him for some time. Perhaps my information might be of service, or at the very least act as a pick-me-up. His face became awash with relief when he looked up and saw us. I glanced at the papers but couldn't make sense of the upside down words. 

"What have you got for us, girlie?" He asked in a rough voice.

"Nothing of terrible importance. But make of it what you will. It is not my place to say what you might deem relevant or irrelevant." I replied.

Peters face was stern as he nodded, gesturing to the chairs opposite the desk. "Take a seat and tell me what you know."

My hand lingered around the back of the chair as my body would glide around it to sit gracefully in its embrace. Desmond never took a seat, only stood dutifully behind me, hands clasped behind his back. Peter lowered himself to his large chair quite slowly and deliberately. He sat upon it like a King on his throne. Everything about his bearing boomed /I own the room and everything and everyone in it/. He radiated authority and power. A wave of his hand told me I had permission to speak.

"The Alpha and Luna of the Dawesons Creek Pack will be travelling to the Pikes Basin region in a few months, just following Christmas."

Though Peters face remained stoic, he seemed pleased by the information. "Do you have a date?"

"No, no date as of yet is scheduled. Only a general time period."

"What is the purpose if this venture?"