The Hunter's Pack

The Witch

Curls of red bounced around as the grown woman excitedly moved her feet around. Her luxurious and sophisticated throne, a deep maroon color with gilded wood, clashed with the seemingly hyper femme fatale sitting in it. 

"Alex! How've you been? And who is this handsome young...child?" The redhead glanced over Grayson, quickly swiveling her green eyes back to me.

"Can we stop kneeling now please, Hazel?" I replied, the floor patterns I was so honored to be staring at annoying me. Alpha Grayson slightly turned his head towards me, confused. He didn't know who the woman was, but inferred from our kneeling that she was quite important. However, my disrespectful way of speaking didn't seem to line up with that theory.  

"Aww, and I thought we told each other everything, bestiiieeee." She giggled after dragging out the word. "That's how the young people say it these days, right? And yes, please get up. I want you to check out my new invention." 

I stood up, slightly brushing the dirt off my knees. The alpha kneeling near me hesitated slightly before mirroring my movements. Meanwhile, Hazel patiently waited until I was paying attention to her before slightly giggling once again and tapping her left armrest three times. There was a small pause before her throne stood up on...chicken legs. Hazel tapped again once and the throne turned, revealing a man seemingly in his 30s sitting on an almost identical throne. 

"Are these your friends, dear?" The man asked, lifting up his round circle framed glasses to rub his eyes and promptly shifting them back on, blinking as he focused Alpha Porter and me.

"Just the stoic lady! I don't know who that guy is...Or do I?" A mischievous giggle could be heard on the other side of the throne. The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then nodded slowly. I took this as a sign to speak. 

"You're Jerry, I presume?" 

He lightly applauded me with a smile before replying: "Looks like you have some reliable sources, Alpha Cross. Yes, I am Jerry. I trust you'll take care of Hazel. She can be quite sensitive, you know."

Yea, she can be quite trigger-happy too. 

"We're not friends." I quickly clarified. 

"Oh I wanna talk now, sorry dear!" Hazel exclaimed, already knocking once. The throne's chicken legs scrambled over themselves turning back around. 

"Look, Alex. I know we have a deal, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right? C'mon, I would definitely be a powerful friend to have." She jumped down from the throne and gracefully approached me until she stood facing me, towering over with the help of her 10 inch heels. 

I crossed my arms. "I don't have a tendency to befriend my employers."

"But that's just because you never had any employers like me before. Lets give us a little chance. Your loyalty will be valued. And I can even help you with your small...problem." She gave me her trademark little smile. A smile that knows way more than necessary. 

"Which one are you speaking of, exactly?" I narrowed my eyes. Alpha Grayson merely looked back and forth between us, trying to piece together our conversation.

"A white haired one." She grinned, as if already having won me over. 

It's true that guaranteed help from Hazel could be a determining factor when it comes to Andrei but..."I expected you to help me with that one eventually, considering the risk it poses for everyone."

She pouted, upset. "How unfortunate. But you came here today for something, surely. What is it?" 

"Well...I have been entangled in a misunderstanding involving our little problem. I've come to ask you to repair something for me." I said, pulling out my pin with the broken camera. 

"Wait, what is that. You've never shown me that. I swear, if you are attempting some underhanded deal in front of me...and who is this anyway...?" Alpha Grayson started angirly, but trailed off at the sight of Hazel's burning green eyes. 

"Alex, why does this...furry insult you? Do you need a leash to reign him in?" She scrutinized him while asking me. 

"Actually, I'm sure that could be kinky for some furries. It would be better not to risk positively reinforcing the weird man." Jerry piped up from behind his red-headed wife. I did't even notice him leave the throne.

"Furry..!" The foolish alpha began again but I quickly interrupted him. 

"So will you repair it?" 

Unfortunately, my interruption did not deter him.

"Why do you want this lady to fix that? What is that? What are you trying to hide?" He turned to face Hazel with a scowl. "And who are you anyways?" 

The redhead looked at him with amusement, letting one of those slightly annoying smirks resurface.

"I'm the head of Tarragon, of course."