Alpha Faye

Chapter Twenty Nine

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Word Count: 3473

~Faye

I stare the amount of work that spread across my desk, begging to be sifted through. My head falls straight into the paper, feeling the impact of the wood underneath on my forehead. My eyes burn bright crimson from staring under harsh light at scrawly handwriting. I've been here for what feels like hours, and I have a feeling it's not going to get done in the next few hours.

"You should really take a break."

I jump at the sound of a voice. I haven't heard the sound of another person in hours. Actually, these past three weeks have been completely devoid of contact with anyone. So hearing a voice, especially familiar one feels so good.

Cal stands at the doorframe. He's not the same man I sent on a job to the Discipline Pack three weeks ago to find my parents killer.

Something has happened to him while he has been away. His shoulders are tenser, shadows shaded under his eyes. He even has a draw off look in his eye, which is in complete contrast to his usual concentration and control.

"Cal..." I breathe, pushing up from my desk, "you're back."

I'm not sure what presses me to do it, but I get up, and rush over to hug him. Maybe it's this lack of contact that I've had these past few weeks. He embraces me back, arms wrapping around me, pressing me into his chest. It's the most comfort I've felt in weeks. I thought I needed space after mother passed, but now, I realise I never want to be out of someone's presence.

I feel him glance over my shoulder as he holds me. "Is that what this is?"

"How did it go?" I ask, ignoring his question. It's much easier to not explain what is going on on my desk. Nothing productive, that's what.

"Not that great," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "We couldn't get access to Alpha Kael."

I cringe slightly. The only reason I sent him away was to go to the Discipline Pack to track down the killer who we assume is a Silent. Kael would have sent orders for that Silent to do its job, and I want to know why. He mentioned he wanted my mother dead. At the time, I thought either he was lying, or he wouldn't succeed. I feel foolish for thinking that.

"And you didn't get anything else?" I ask, hoping that maybe he would catch on to some sort of trail. Then again, I told him not to come home unless he found anything. It must have gone cold if he has come back looking this defeated.

"Nothing that leads us to the preparator," he digresses. I'm not sure why, but the way he says it, with a slight shrug of his shoulders had anger surging right through me.

"Aren't you meant to be a Huntsman?"

"Faye, you don't understand," he says carefully. "It's not easy to track Silent's. The amount of training they go through to be the assassins they are is immense. It's more training than I have to find them."