Secrets in the Hunt (Book 2)

Hunting My Friends

I glare down at my textbook, rereading the same page for the fourth time. My mind was not in the homework at all. 
        "Come on Tori. We have a hunt with Chris." Dean says, barging into the room. I glare at him, still mad that he and Sam have ignored my questions about what else happened on their hunt. I slide the book off my lap and stand up, slipping into my boots. 
          "What are we hunting?" I ask, and Dean hesitates slightly. 
         "Chris didn't say. Just grab some basics, nothing heavy." He replies before walking back out of the room. I grab what Dean said to and head towards Allison's room. I jump slightly as her mom storms out of Allison's room with a vicious frown. She glances at me with pursed lips, nodding at me before walking away. Our relationship was weird. She went from completely ignoring me, to speaking to me, to tolerating me. It's weird, but I live with her, so I just go with it. I walk into Allison's room, smirking slightly as I see Scott climb in through the window. I shut the door and nod my head at him before turning to Allison. 
           "Dean just told me to grab some stuff for a hunt with your dad. Any idea why?" I ask, she shakes her head. 
            "No. Scott?" She asks, and Scott shakes his head before his phone starts to ring. He curses under his breath before he answers it. He says 'yeah' and 'okay' a lot before he hands up, looking between us with concern. 
              "Lydia is missing. They think she jumped out the window, and she was naked. I'm gonna meet Stiles at the hospital and help find her." He says, kissing Allison quickly before jumping out of her window. 
              "Oh my god." I say, the realization hitting me. 
            "What?" Allison asks, it not hitting her yet. 
           "The hunt. They're gonna hunt Lydia." I say, feeling sick to my stomach. Allison gasps, shaking her head rapidly. 
          "What? Are-are you sure?" She asks, worry clear on her face. I bite my lip, but nod.
           "Yeah, and I have to go. I'm gonna do everything that I can to protect her, but you have got to make sure that Scott and Stiles find her before I have to go against my brothers. I can't lose them." I say. 
             "Okay, I'm gonna meet them at the hospital. Good luck." Allison says quickly before rushing around her room. My brothers were going to hunt my friend. 
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          "I would be able to be a lot more help if someone would tell me what the hell we're hunting." I say, glaring at the group of men with me.
          "I already told you, it's nothing specific." Dean replies, continuing to glance around. I shake my head, fighting the urge to yell at him. 
          "If we told you, you may not help us Tori. You're only a kid, you don't understand the problem that we've found ourselves in." Chris says, earning a glare from Dean. 
           "I'm not a child. I've been part of this world for the majority of my life. I barely remember a time before the monsters under my bed were real. I understand a lot more than you think I do." I reply, my eyes narrowed. Chris opens his mouth to respond, when Dean shushes him. 
            "Did you hear that?" Dean asks lowly, and Chris nods, turning and walking a different way that we were originally walking. 
           "Scott?" Chris says, and my face pales instantly. The kiss between me and Stiles wasn't the only thing that I had kept from my brothers. I had also failed to tell them that Scott was a werewolf. 
            "Mr. Argent." Scott replies, glancing at me before turning his eyes back to Chris. 
            "How are you doing?" Chris asks, as if Scott hanging upside down in a forest is a normal everyday thing. I glance at my brothers, biting my lip when I notice the calculating look in Sam's eyes. 
            "Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? It's uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting." Scott jokes and I roll my eyes. Now was not the time for jokes. 
             "What are you doing out here Scott?" Dean asks, stepping forward so that he's in line with Chris. The leaders of two of the most influential hunter families, standing in front of one of my best friends. 
              "Looking for my friend." Scott replies smoothly. Dean glances back at me, worry on his face. I just narrow my eyes and step closer to Chris. 
              "Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or, is there another way to put it? Part of your.....pack?" Christ taunts, kneeling down so that he can look at Scott's face. Dean turns to me, a dangerous look on his face. I grit my teeth, shifting my face into a neutral expression. 
              "Actually, clique sounds about right to me." Scott replies, glancing at me. It takes everything in me not to say something, but I know that if I say something kind to Scott, it's not going to end well with my brothers. 
            "I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, Tori's too, and one special circumstance such as yourself....well, one I can handle. Not two." Chris says, a warning tone in his voice. 
           "Tori, come on. Chris, we'll see you at the house. Sam and I are going to have a talk with Tori." Dean says, grabbing my arm. He didn't grab it roughly, but it wasn't gentle either. I jerked my arm away, instead crossing my arms in front of me as I followed my brothers a little away from the group. 
            "Tori, did you know that Scott is a werewolf?" Sam asks softly, but I don't answer. I continue to stare off into space, ignoring them in the hope that they would drop it and wouldn't make me leave again. 
           "Victoria! Answer us, did you know that Scott is a monsters?" Dean yells, a cold expression on his face. I glare at him, tears stinging my eyes, but I blink them back, trying hard to focus on not getting upset. 
            "Scott is not a monster." I reply and Dean shakes his head. 
           "Yes he is, Tori. He's a werewolf, he kills people." Dean says, his voice still rough. 
          "Scott didn't kill anybody, Dean! I've killed more than he has." I yell, my voice cracking despite my attempts to keep it neutral. Dean shakes his head, a frown on his face. 
          "Both of you need to calm down. We can talk about this more tomorrow. I think everyone needs a good nights sleep before we decide what we're going to do about this. Besides, the others are coming tomorrow." Sam says, and Dean just huffs. 
           "What others?" I ask, but they both ignore me, turning to walk towards the car. I huff, but follow them anyway. What others could possibly be coming?