brett talbot| new pack member
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“Where’d she go?” the hunter barked at the other hunters.
I calmed my heartbeat down. I didn’t expect this to be the first thing I would go through once I came to Beacon Hills. Apparently, the hunters had a feeling there would be a new werewolf coming to Beacon Hills...
It’s bad enough I’m on my own without a pack but these hunters are more skilled than the ones I’m used to running away from.
An arrow flew past me and I knew I was caught.
“I know you’re here, Bria.”
How the fuck did they know my name.
I stepped into view and my jaw almost dropped. There were 2 of them and they were fucking teenagers.
One was a girl with dark, black hair. She was holding some sort of rope that was glowing. The other was a guy with blonde hair. Both were wearing smirks that showed they were up to no good.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked, catching my breath.
“We want you dead,” the girl sneered, swinging the rope like she was fucking Wonder Woman. My petty ass would tell her that she did not resemble Gal Gadot in any way possible but... I’m good.
“Back the fuck away from her.”
I turned around and saw another guy with his eyes glowing. I didn’t know if I could trust him just because of what he said so I kept my guard up.
“Oh, yeah?” the guy smirked.
They started attacking us with a shit ton of weapons. The guy and I dodged them and fought back. I clawed the girl’s arm and she hissed in pain. The claws didn’t go deep enough, thank God.
“Vi- we have to go back,” the guy said, as he clutched his arm in pain. I looked at my own arm which was bleeding thanks to the bitch. She stabbed me with a fucking blade.
The 2 assholes retreated before the mystery guy ran after them. He looked at me and reached for my arm but I flinched back.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said and his brown hair glistened in the moonlight. I caved in and let him take a look.
“You’ll heal. It didn’t go that far in,” he said and motioned for me to follow him.
“I won’t bite,” he informed me.
“But you’re a werewolf,” I muttered.
“You know what I meant.”
He led us to an underground place that had a small light glowing.
“Who the hell were they? I know damn well they aren’t hunters,” I asked the question that was on my mind.
“Aren’t you gonna ask who I am? I might want you dead, you never know,” he said, pulling a level, revealing another hidden underground passage.
“You could’ve done it with those assholes,” I answered as I followed him down.
“True. Speaking of them, you were right- they aren’t hunters.”
“What are they, then?”
I scoffed. “Yeah, right. And I’m an Angel from heaven. They’re fucking teenagers- who makes teenagers assassins?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Natasha Romanoff,” he replied.
I scowled at him. “You’re actually for real?”
“Why would I lie about this?”
I thought it over. They did have extremely dangerous weapons. Also, having teenagers as assassins does make things look less suspicious.
“Do you still think they’re out there waiting for us?” I asked and he nodded.
“We’ll have to wait in here before I take you somewhere safer,” he murmured. “And you need to know the whole story about them. Before I tell you that, though, you’re in more danger here in Beacon Hills.”
“I figured,” I said, looking at my arm that was still healing.
“You don’t have a pack?” he asked.
“There was an explosion. Some hunters found us and I’m the only one that made it out alive,” I gulped, remembering everything. It happened too soon. One minute we were carrying on with our normal lives and then the bomb exploded.
I’ve been on my own for a few weeks now. I don’t even know how I’m alive. I just knew I had to get to Beacon Hills.
“Shit- I’m sorry.”
“Go on- about the story,” I said, changing the subject. I don’t need the sympathy. He’s just another pretty boy who’s got a pack. Judging the way he acts and looks- he’s definitely popular in school and an athlete.
“Right. All I know so far is that there’s some psycho called the Benefactor who has assassins around the place tailing all the supernatural,” he explained.
“How do they know-”
“It’s all in a list. Scott and his pack cracked down two-thirds of it so far. What’s your name?” he cut me off.
“Bria Barnes,” I replied.
“You haven’t shown up- yet. If the assassins knew you were coming to Beacon Hills, it’s obvious the Benefactor did too. I’m Brett by the way,” he answered.
The thought of a lunatic keeping tabs on me gave me chills.
“Oh, and by the way, each name has a price on it. I’m worth 1 million- dead,” he added.
I didn’t know what else to say.
“How long do we have to stay down here?” This place was making me feel claustrophobic.
“Probably till the morning. The police are on the look-out for them.”
I sat down with my back to the wall. Brett sat down next to me, fingering his shirt that had dry bloodstains.
“Thanks by the way,” I clicked my tongue. The silence was too awkward for me.
“Yeah, no problem,” he waved it off.
“Wake up, Bria,” Brett shook me awake. I opened my eyes and glanced at my arm. It was fully healed.
“We better get going,” he said, stretching.
He led us out of the underground passages and back outside.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked as I followed him hesitantly.
“To my pack leader. No offense but you’ll die if you’re on your own,” he said and I shot him a dirty look.
“It’s true. Do I have to explain what happened to your arm yesterday?”
“Fine,” I snapped but followed after him anyway. Being on my own taught me I can’t trust anyone but it also made me weaker.
“Watch out,” Brett pulled me back. I set off a trap and an arrow flew past me, barely missing me.
“I’m guessing wherever you came from didn’t have these?” he picked up the arrow and snapped it in half.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I was fucking distracted. The woods back home didn’t have traps and I got the freedom to walk around peacefully. “What’s your pack leader’s name?”
“Holy hell- I’ve heard of her from my pack leader. She takes in werewolves who don’t have a pack...” my voice trailed off.
Wait. Did this mean...
“Yeah- she does,” Brett said a little coldly.
I decided to shut up and followed him in silence.
“Okay, don’t say anything,” Brett told me and I nodded. We walked inside another underground “tunnel” and Brett looked around to make sure no one followed us in.
I flinched in surprise.
There she was, Satomi. She was glaring daggers at us, of course, but she was right in front of me.
“You weren’t supposed to bring her here,” she said, looking at Brett but I knew was talking about me.
“She was no pack, Satomi. They’ll kill her if she’s out there on her own,” he protested.
Satomi looked at two girls about my age and nodded. They motioned for me to follow them. I looked at Brett and he slightly nodded.
“Hey, I’m Lori- Brett’s younger sister,” one of the girls told me as she led us farther in.
“Hey, I’m Bria,” I said, surprised he had a sister. Even though I knew him for only a few hours, I was shocked at the thought of him having a younger sister.
“Pretty name,” she grinned.
The other girl had was silent and handed us a duffel bag before leaving. “This is yours,” Lori handed me it.
I took it and studied the contents. There was a sleeping bag with some other necessities.
“I’m hoping Brett’ll convince Satomi to let you join us,” Lori said, helping me set up my sleeping bag. “Yeah, me too,” I murmured.
An argument broke out which cut off our conversation.
“YOU DON’T GET IT- SHE’LL FUCKING DIE!”
Satomi’s voice shouted back but she was hollering in Japanese which I only knew a little about. None of the things she said were familiar to me but I knew she was disagreeing.
“What are they saying?” I asked Lori.
“He wants you to stay while Satomi’s saying it’s not safe,” Lori sighed.
We waited for the arguing to calm down.
“I’ll be right back,” Lori said leaving me alone in the empty room. There was no window and the only source of light was a candle Lori had lit once we entered.
I turned around to see Brett leaning on the door with his arms crossed.
I licked my lips before answering. “So... how’d it go?”
“Congrats- you’re a part of her pack.” He looked tired and weary but perked up when he told me the news.
“Thanks,” I said hugging him because I didn’t know what I would do on my own. He hugged me back and wrapped his arms around my waist. I had the feeling he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon so I rested my head on his chest.
“Sorry,” he said after a while and pulled back.
He hadn’t had a good hug in a while.
“It’s fine,” I said, glancing at my sleeping bag.
“Welcome to the Satomi Pack, by the way,” he added, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
Story finished: 2/16/2021