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Mallory
His hazel eyes narrow. He knew who I was talking about. Still, he doesn't lower the gun.
"That bitch still alive?" He growls through clenched teeth
"Yes. Hopefully for not much longer." I give him a small smile, hoping that I had found a way to break the tension. He doesn't return it. "We are looking for help."
"Is she telling the truth?" He asks Klaus and Eric.
"Blair is why we are here." Eric tells him, "Now lower the fucking gun."
"Nah, you bastards are on my property, I can do what I want. If you don't want a bullet lodged in her pretty little head, you lot better start talking."
"Here?" Klaus asks, "We will attract the humans' attention."
"Look around you! It's the middle of the fucking night. There are no other houses back here, why do you think I lured you around here, dumbass?!" Now he smiles. "Fucking pack idiots." He spits on the ground.
They tell him everything, well, almost everything. Every now and again I would feel the gun ease off my forehead only to be shoved right back against my skin. I could heal, but it still hurt.
I keep perfectly still, I don't need to give another reason for him to fire that thing off.
"You expect me to believe all that?" Abraxas growls, still keeping his eyes on me.
"Little far fetched to be a lie, don't you think?" I mutter
"I've met a few good liars. That bitch is one of them."
"Blair?" What did she lie to him about?
"That's the one."
"Can we just talk about this?" Klaus asks. "Wolf to Wolf?"
"You've got more to say?" He seems amused.
"So much more." Klaus mutters "If you are willing to listen."
Abraxas grabs my wrist and spins me around, locking his arm across the top of my chest as he backs us up, he tells them "You've got five minutes."
Eric's face is unreadable as he and Klaus follow us. Abraxas pulls me into a darkly lit kitchen. Black and white tiles covered the floor in stripes. Black cupboards lined the walls with black marble countertops sitting on top. Nothing how I expected it to look considering the outside needed a little work. But I guess I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
Or in this case, a house.
Eric and Klaus slip in, moving in opposite directions.
"You can split up or stay together, doesn't matter. One wrong move, she's dead. Now maybe someone should start trying to convince me that I should let her live."
"What do you want?" Klaus asks
"Blair." Abraxas mutters.
"A lot of people want her. Both Alpha's. Another Lycan. Her." Eric points at me. "She's caused problems and you will have to get in line."
"I'm pretty certain she fucked my life up first." Abraxas snarls. "Take me to where I can find her and this one gets to live."
This was not at all why we had come out here.
"What did she do to you?" I ask
"She killed my parents."
"Why?"
"Because they were Hunters and they destroyed your kind."
I had quietly literally walked into another hostage situation, only this one seems less like I will make it out alive.
"But there is something you haven't told me. Why is there a Lycan Alpha in a pack with a Wolf Alpha?"
"They are mated." Eric tells him and for a moment, I wondered if that was the worst thing he could say."
Abraxas bursts into laughter. A deep belly laugh that echoes through the room. He pushes me away and Eric grabs me, pulling me in close, a protective arm going around me. Abraxas really was a nut job. "You lot are fucking nuts!"
Really? He thinks we are the ones who have lost our marbles.
"You pack Wolves are so fucking predictable." He points between the men, "I assume one of you is the Beta because the Alpha certainly ain't here."
Neither Klaus or Eric speak, I think they were just as confused as I was. Speaking of Klaus, he hadn't said anything for a while.
"Anyone want a beer?" Abraxas asks, pulling open the fridge.
"Sorry, what is happening?" I was used to unpredictability, but I had gone from being held at gunpoint to being offered a beer, like it was a casual afternoon meet up.
This guy had to be on something.
"You just had a gun pointed at my head!" "Precautions." He straightens up, his muscles tensing.
And I have to remind myself that we were here for a reason.
"A few things you should know about me, Lycan." He flips the cap off his beer and takes a swig.
"I know when I'm not being told everything. I know that she," He points at me, "was Rogue at one point. I know exactly what a Rogue is, I've been hunting them for twenty years. You didn't tell me much that I didn't already know, and I'm one hundred percent certain there is still more to your story. So what's the catch?"
"We are looking for Lycans. The female Lycan Alpha needs support." Eric tells him
"So why doesn't she just link them? She's the last one, right? Pretty powerful? She can call them in." "Uh...."
"Like I said, I know my shit."
"It's a little more complicated than that. But she is working on it."
He leans against the counter and my mind disappears into the gutter. It wasn't intentional and I blame Eric for depriving me.
There's a low growl from behind me. That warning once again. Eric's hand on my stomach presses a little harder. A move to remind me that I was his. Abraxas ignores it, instead, pushing himself up and sitting on the countertop.
"It always is when it comes to packs. Much easier when you don't have to care for anyone else."
"This is a waste of time." Eric mutters. "He's not going to help us and we can't give him what he wants. Let's go!" He turns me towards the door.
"You sure about that, Blondie."
When I look back, I see Abraxas grinning at him.
"A lot of people will do things if it means they gain something from it, including me. I can help you find your damn Lycans. I can tell you the ones who are no longer Rogue and the ones who are, I get to kill those. You get what you want and in return, I get what I want".
"What if we don't have to go hunting?" I murmur. If he truly is capable of telling the difference, we won't need to bother with blood of wolfsbane.
"Where's the fucking fun in that?" He looked so disappointed by the idea.
"Come to the pack with us. And I will explain everything on the way."
"I aint no pack lackie!"
"I thought you wanted to kill Rogues?!" Sometimes, having a mad man close by was better than having him far away and knowing about us.
Surprisingly, it takes less convincing than what I thought it would. That could be a bad sign, or maybe knowing that he could get a chance to kill loads of Rogues is what tipped the scales.
Klaus and I wait in the kitchen as Eric followed Abraxas around the house as he collects his weapons.
"Have you linked Dane?" I ask Klaus as another duffle bag is dropped onto the floor. Seven large bags and still counting. This guy was packing some serious shit.
"Done." Abraxas mutters, dropping a fifteenth bag. He had changed into jeans and a crisp white tee. "Let's get the show on the road, though I want the girl with me. Just in case." "If you touch her...." Eric starts.
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it, Blondie? She will be dead before you even get out of your car. It's pretty simple, you don't fuck me over, she gets to live." Much to Eric's annoyance, I agree.
We help Abraxas load his truck and just before I get in, Eric pulls me in against him. His lips mould against mine. "Don't do anything stupid. I don't like this guy."
I nod and slip into the passenger seat as Eric gives Abraxas one more glare.
Abraxas doesn't ask me anything during the journey. He fiddles with the music a few times, but mostly stews in silence.
Shit, he hates Blair.
"There's something you need to be aware of." I blurt out
"I fucking knew it." He pulls a handgun out of his belt and points it at me.
"It's not what you think. You were right, we didn't tell you something and not because we were hiding it." The words fall quickly from my mouth. "The female Alpha looks almost identical to Blair, the only difference is Neah has blue eyes." "Is this a joke? Has Blair got you believing that crap?"
"I swear, I have seen them both at the same time." I probably had less than a second for him to decide if I was telling the truth or not. And I had no way to prove it. Think!
"Do you have a phone?"
I had the office phone number memorised. Something Dane had made me do when I first moved to Black Shadow in case I got into trouble.
"Why?"
"So you can hear her voice. She sounds nothing like Blair."
For a brief second, he lowers the gun and pulls a phone from his pocket. I dial in the number and Dane answers.
I switch it to speaker phone so Abraxas can listen in. "Dane, is Neah awake."
"Mallory, is everything okay?"
"I just need Neah on the phone. It's urgent because we will be at the pack soon." All hell will break loose if Abraxas thinks they are the same person. And he has enough weapons and ammo to take down half the pack. Maybe more "Hello? Mallory, is that you? Why didn't you just link me?" Neah mutters through the phone.
The car in front with Eric and Klaus slows. Dane was probably linking them and Eric will know that my heart rate is through the roof again.
"Ask her something." I mutter at Abraxas
He reaches over and hits the end call button.
"Why did you do that? I was trying to prove who she is."
"I heard exactly who she is."
"You can tell, just like that?"
"Just like that." He repeats
""But how?"
"It's a gift."
"She said like ten words."
"It's enough."
Why did I just feel like every organ fell out my ass?