Sleuth

Threat

Alpha Kaddian, Alpha Scottlin, and Kyrrian had been pouring over the facts and details of the murders for the past eight hours in the kitchen of the Grayson home.

"That's enough for tonight" Kaddian finally said.

Scottlin and Kyrrian blew sighs of relief. Although they were determined to find the killers, Kyrrian and Scottlin knew that they were simply reviewing old information and weren't going to find anything new. Alpha Reik was sitting on very important information, but he feared voicing his discoveries he had made with Sheriff Hale due to the fact that the inside man was part of the Grayson Sleuth.

"Do you want something to drink?" Kyrrian asked the Alpha. She did not even have the opportunity to ask Kaddian as he quickly left the room, his right fist clenched in frustration.

"Yes, please" Alpha Scottlin replied quietly.

Silence filled the room while she grabbed two bottles from the fridge and popped them open.

"So, how was your date?" Scottlin asked after taking a swig of beer.

"Good" Kyrrian answered honestly.

Scottlin, confused by her disgruntled expression, inquired, "Why do you look surprised?"

"Well I guess I am surprised that I enjoyed it. Rory is kind of a flirt, I don't usually get along well with men like that, but we had a great conversation yesterday. I think he and I could be good friends" the honesty in her tone was surprising even to herself.

"Friends? I'm sure he was not too happy with just being friends" Scottling Reik knew his friend well. He was not the type to accept 'just friends'.

"I think he did, actually" Kyrrian replied, taking her seat and relaxing into a very unladylike position.

"Hm" was Reik's only reply.

With a sigh, Kyrrian asked, "So, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well I'm at a disadvantage. See, you decided to give me a break down of my psyche in the forest and so far I know that you're a Reik" Kyrrian was trying hard not to show how much his statement that morning of her run had wracked her to her core.

"Kyrrian Grayson, it was not my intent to hurt you that morning" Scottlin Reik's eyes were very sincere, so much to the point that it was overwhelming.

"You didn't... I just... you were right. And I hate being so easy to read" Kyrrian glanced down at the table and began picking at the old wood.

"You're not easy to read, Kyrrian, I just... recognize what I see in you"

"How can you see what my brother can't even see?" Kyrrian made quick eye contact with Scottlin.

"I think your brother does see, but he is not sure how to handle it. So he just waits for you to make the first step."

"Ok, you sound like Porter" was Kyrrian's only response.

"Alment? Is he wise beyond his years as well?" Scottlin's intoxicatingly wide smile made an appearance finally.

Kyrrian shot him a bland stare and replied, "You can't distract me, you're avoiding my question."

"What question is that Kyrrian Grayson?" there was a tenderness in Scottlin Reik's eyes that Kyrrian found entrapping.

"W-what about you?" she stumbled.

"What about me?" the deja-vu dialogue did not phase either individual.

"Why are you so happy all the time?" Kyrrian intended the question to be a verbal attack but it exited her mouth as more of a desperate plea, as if she desired to know how she could become that way as well.