An Uneasy Accord

Chapter 31 - Monkshood Part 1

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…..*sighs*

The hunt for the Alpha went wrong…..Horribly wrong…..

Brooklyn had driven the Charger while Derek continued sniffing the cool night air. The Alpha had made a strike at the hunter hours before, nearly killing her in the process.

Several hours prior…

Brooklyn headed towards the Charger with food in hand. She still had research to do and it wasn't going very smoothly. The good Dr. Fenris wasn't returning her calls and when she tried stopping by he wouldn't answer the door. It was if he was afraid of someone or something .

Sighing, she hopped in her car and started the ignition. As she threw the car in gear, a heavy thud bounced the Charger hard. Brooklyn froze and slowly reached for her gun. If it was the Alpha it could hear her every move. Her heart was calm as she cradled the shotgun in her lap.

"Come on out you bastard," she gritted her teeth as her eyes scanned the vacant lot. The last car had long since pulled out, leaving the hunter alone in the brightly lit area. As her eyes shifted with jerky nervous motions, the Alpha leapt out into the light. Its eyes glared that bright hellish red that never failed to send chills down her spine every time. The long deadly canines glistened with saliva in the florescent lighting. It leapt on the hood denting it like an aluminum can.

"Son of a bitch," Brooklyn jumped out squeezing the trigger before her body left the driver's side. The Alpha jumped back and off the hood which encouraged the hunter to go after her prey. It howled in pain before leaping up the side of the taller building across the street knowing Brooklyn couldn't follow him. But she wasn't one to give up.

The fire escape was enough for her.

Brooklyn jumped and gripped the bottom rung, lifting herself up and onto the ladder. For being an older building, the nails and railing that protected her remained sealed in the mortar and brick. She scrambled to the roof, careful not to put herself in a vulnerable position. Brooklyn scanned the flat rooftop, seeing nothing but the steam pipe and the dark outline of the ledge. With gun loaded and ready, she traversed the whole area with only a Mag-Lite to light her way.

The growling came from her right.

"Back for more are you?" She spun around firing off several more rounds. Two more ripped into the Alpha's flesh but the other three simply grazed its massive body. Now it was like the bull in the bullfighting ring that was injured but royally pissed off.

"Damn it," she had to reach in her bag for more rounds giving the Alpha the opportunity to strike. It charged the hunter on all fours, ready to rip the human in half. It would fine another human for Scott to kill as this one had to die. Brooklyn fumbled with the shells, dropping several around her feet. Her heart was thundering loudly in her ears as her pulse screamed and blood ran cold. The Alpha was closing in, with claws extended towards the weaker human. It knew if she was killed Derek Hale would come after him but he didn't care.

The Alpha leapt with inhuman speed, blocking the moon from Brooklyn's features. It was then she remembered the gun in her waistband.

"Not today," she ripped it out like the finesse of an assassin and fired. The Alpha was knocked back and to the ground, landing with enough force to shake the roof. The hunter had three rounds left and was determined to finish the son of a bitch off.

She wouldn't get the chance. The Alpha sprang up and charged at the hunter again. Brooklyn fired again but was knocked to the ground, forcing the gun from her hand. It spun to the right, landing inches from her fingers. The wind rushed from her lungs as she smacked against the rough surface. She rolled around on her back coming face to face with the very thing she hunted for so long. Droplets of saliva rolled down her cheeks and neck as its hot breath came out in short heated puffs.