“What… what do you mean there’s another body?” I ask him in an almost whisper, not wanting anyone around to hear me. I quickly glance around checking no one is watching us or trying to overhear what we are talking about, Tara quickly looks away, looking slightly guilty for watching us.
“There’s been another body found, a guy this time; practically mauled to death. But they left it really close to our border.” He looks intently at me, waiting for me to catch on.
“But… I thought there were patrols on the border. How did they get away with it? Why did no one pick up the scent?” My mind is running with questions.
“We don’t know. Same way they did last time, I guess. But… leaving the body where they did. It was a sign, they want us to know they are here, and they want us to think there’s nothing we can do about it.” I scoff and he frowns at me.
“What?” He questions.
“Well, it’s just… there is nothing you can do about it. You don’t even know who they are, what they look like, smell like? How are you meant to catch them? I could be one for all you know.” Now it was his turn to scoff, and he did it a little too loud, earning us a few looks in our direction.
“What?” I question him, like he did me.
“Of course there’s something we can do. We’re one of the strongest packs in America, they won’t get what they want.” He’s so confident, I’d like to have a little of it spill into me.
“And just what exactly do they want?” If they didn’t know who they were, how could they possibly know what they wanted?
“They want the pack. The Alpha. Well, the Alpha position.” He leans back, a hint of worry still showing in his eyes.
“And what will they do with him when they have him.” He just looks at me as if I just said the dumbest thing in the world.
“They would kill him Amber. To take the pack, they would need to overthrow the Alpha. The only way to do that, is to kill him.” Something doesn’t make full sense to me so at the risk of sounding stupid again, I ask it anyway.
“Hang on, but I thought Logan would one day be Alpha, so does that mean that he would have to kill his own father.” Thankfully, Shawn doesn’t look at me like I’m stupid, but leans forward again.
“No, it doesn’t work like that. If its blood, the father will pass down the Alpha rights to his son or daughter when he chooses, or if there isn’t an heir, to someone of the Alphas choosing. But if someone other than that wants to take it, they fight. To the death. Now obviously if that were to happen, and they somehow won and killed the Alpha, Logan would then fight the winner. He wouldn’t let the pack go to someone else. Especially if that person had just killed his father.” I felt like I was back in the history books of kings, queens and knights who battled it out for the throne.
“Logan could die… what would that mean for Alex?” He just shakes his head and smirks.
“You’ve never seen Alpha fight. No one is taking him down. You don’t need to worry about Logan. The problem here though, is that there are rogues in town and outside your class. Who just happened to be there? I don’t think so. What did he say?” His face has hardened again and there’s a glimpse of anger just below the surface when he started to talk about the guy outside my class.
“He didn’t say anything, I had my phone out and wasn’t looking where I was going, I just bumped into him. He sort of held me steady, so I didn’t fall over. I started to say sorry, but that’s when I smelt it. I froze I guess for a while and just looked at him. I know I’ve never spoke to him before, but there was just something about him. But after a few seconds I basically just turned and ran away from him, straight to my car.” He looks me over, trailing his gaze from the top of my head and down past my shoulders and the rest of my body, it makes me feel self-conscious, and I sit up straighter, stupidly wishing I had chosen a better outfit.
“He touched you.” There it is again, that angry glint.
“There’s no need to say it like that. It wasn’t like anything happened. Why do you think he was there then? Do you think it has anything to do with Clayton?” He runs his hand over his head for the second time in our conversation and leans back away from me again. For a while he doesn’t say anything.
“Do you want a drink?” Is he serious right now?
“A drink? Shawn I just asked if this was anything to do with Clayton and you’re asking if I want a coffee?” He just stands and looks down at me.
“I’ve already answered that question multiple times. There’s only so many times I can tell you he is dead.” He states simply and walks over to Tara to order a drink. He better bring me one back. I watch as he interacts with her, how she flips her hair over her shoulder and laughs a little too much. It’s much more subtle than it used to be in high school, but I guess girls just can’t help but be wooed by his good looks. I know I can’t help it.
A few minutes later he walks back with two coffees and a sandwich, I decide I’m taking half even if he doesn’t offer. He sits down and places the sandwich in front of me along with a hot coffee.
“I’m not hungry.” I lie, I’m actually starving. He only looks at me and his lips twitch.
“I’ll take half then, you can eat the rest. Then we’ll go to yours and pack.” He grabs half the sandwich and takes a huge bite.
“Pack what?” I ask, while slowing picking up my half.
“Your things, you’re coming to my house.”