Twizzlers (MxMxM)

Chapter 2 - Scary Fire Lady

"Woah, this place is so cool," Wren whispered beside me, glancing around.

"Yeah.." I agreed slowly, but I was focused on staying alert.

After a month of searching for Kit, we'd finally found a lead. This place wasn't "The Home" Kit had talked to us about before he was taken, but it was where his trail had ended. So, we all decided to give it a shot and see if we could get him back.

That, and it allowed us to attack the enemy. We didn't plan on just sitting by until we saw Kit. No, we were going to shut this place down.

The Eye had moved past just attacking us. Two weeks after Wren moved in with Joshua, we received a call from them saying the Eye had attacked their pack. The pack leaders - and subsequently their heirs - all gathered so we could discuss it. Apparently, the group had started attacking multiple packs, but they stayed within the werewolves.

Within a few days, word was spreading across the packs and a plan was quickly made. Wren and I weren't the only ones here. A few others from the packs in our state were milling about, but we had to pretend that we didn't know them. When the auction started, that's when we'd attack.

Yeah, auction. Disgusting creeps. We knew what was really going on here. We'd done our research. They were selling people. Not just any people, but people they'd kept in captivity for years, just like Kit. After digging into the Eye, we'd realized they were more than just a group of angry rogues. They were a full-on cult with a surprisingly large and expansive following. It still sent shivers down my spine knowing how powerful and dangerous our opponent is, but we weren't going to back down anytime soon.

Wren paused beside me and I turned to look at him. "What is it?" I asked.

"I know that voice," he whispered, looking over at a lady seated behind a table.

"From a vision?"

Wren nodded. So that lady was important. Good to know. I looped my arm with Wren's and turned us around. We'd arrived with only a few minutes before the auction on purpose. The crowds were still thick which allowed us to quietly slip past the lady and into the theater. No one paid us any mind, thankfully. Wren and I sat down towards the back of the large theater - who the hell needs an entire theater in their house? - and waited.

I was about to lean over and whisper to him when I suddenly straightened up in shock. It was faint, but the smell of coffee and something oddly metallic - seriously, coffee and metal? - drew my eyes down the rows of seats until they landed on a head of well-styled red hair. My breath caught before my heart began to beat erratically in my chest.

"Aaron?" Wren called, noticing my odd behavior.

No, no, no, no, no. Shit. This wasn't happening. Not now. Why now? Goddess, I hate my life sometimes. "It's... my mate."

Wren's quiet gasp beside me wasn't enough for me to look away from my mate. This had to be the absolute worst situation to meet my mate in. As if I didn't already have the worst luck on this planet. Who was this guy - I was assuming it was a male for now until I saw their face; their haircut was at least very masculine - and why was he here of all places? Was he a member of the Eye. Was my mate one of the enemy? Ugh, this was immediately twice as complicated as before.

"Where are they?" Wren asked me quietly and I subtly nodded to where he was. "The redhead."

"Oh."

A few minutes later, the theater was relatively packed and the lady from Wren's visions walked onto the stage. I ignored what she said, still keeping a close eye on my mate. Maybe if I stared hard enough, he'd turn around. I didn't even know if he was human or not. Was he a werewolf, like me? I mentally begged for him to be non-human. Things were already complicated and I didn't want to add explaining to a human that I was his mate on top of that.