The Hunted

He Speaks!

**Peter’s POV**

 

We pulled into the driveway and I started to disembark but Chase remained in the car. I held onto the door and looked over at him, “Are you coming?”

 

“Nah,” He says as he looks straight ahead then looks at me, I nod and his face contains a hard blank expression. This is always a clue that Chase is hiding something, that face it’s an alarm or a warning that he’s up to something. But I wasn’t about to ruin the partial moment we had so I let it go. “Tell mom and dad I’ll be back soon.”

 

I nodded and closed the door and walked to the front entrance and opened the door. My Grandpa instantly walked through the door and my grandfather walk there and I jumped at him, “You’re right for being suspicious of him.” He commented and I gave him a strange look.

 

“Suspicious of wh-”

 

“That demon seed of a brother. You know he’s up to something, I can see it in your eyes.” At first I thought he was crazy being this is the same man that fantasizes about being  I then noticed three profound claw marks reaching across his neck. A few years ago my grandpop came to live with us after getting out of the hospital. They said he had a terrible accident… “That hellion did this to me.” He pointed out.

 

“Chase, did that to you.” I pointed out as I examined.

 

“Yes, he did for the same reason everyone power hungry wolf does anything.” I lifted a single eyebrow and he heaved a sigh. He grabbed my elbow and ushered me into the now empty living room and explained, “He’s the alpha but not the rightful one. I was the alpha at the time and your father would have been the next in line. But Chase was so bewitched by the prestige and strength of an Alpha that he challenged me and almost killed me. He stole my power,”

 

This gave me a whole new perspective on Chase.  I knew Chase was a malicious and evil, but this put him on a whole new level. “I know something is going on with him. I’m not sure of what but I know he’s the apex of something dangerous.” I nodded and my grandpa let go of my arm and walked away. I started looking there for a while, thinking of all the possibilities then a tap came on my shoulder.

 

I turned around and saw Robert and what he did next shocked me. “I need to talk to you.”

 

Holy shit he speaks!

 

**Chase’s POV**

 

I pull into the back lot of the meeting spot where Archard asked me to meet him. I got out and and slammed the door as I am disappointed in my brother for giving that sleezebag, Adam a minor beating. I swear Peter was a wuss, never fully finishing anything and skidding away from sticking up for what he wants. I burst through the doors and see Archard punching the living daylights out of a shewolf, her face is full of blood, cuts, and bruises.  He stops as I approach, one of Archard’s henchmen step forward and give him a white towel. Archard snatches it and wipes his hand and the blood that has splattered on his face. He throws the towel back at the lackey.