Chapter 11

“Explain, I’m waiting.”

I’d been escorted from the destroyed room as two young women walked in. Scowls were tossed my way as they had taken in the mess but I’d merely grabbed my bags, stuffed the toys back in and marched out.

Now, my ass was firmly on a leather two seater as Dean paced back and forth behind the large desk. Lyon had perched himself on the edge of the desk, his dark eyes flickering from his friend to myself. My gaze flirted between the two men and the room, taking in the large book case to the left of the desk. Books threatened to collapse the shelves, decorated in parts with some framed photos and strange ornaments. I said strange, because one looked like a tooth while another seemed to be a large wad of hair.

Just who the hell are these guys?

The desk was topped with a laptop, phone and four folders. As the silence lengthened, Lyon heaved a sigh and picked up the top folder. Dean continued to pace, his reflection in the large mirror on the wall behind the desk, displaying each twitch and curl of his lips as he no doubt fought with himself mentally. Or else imagined strangling me.

“Well?” I prompted.

“I’m thinking!” he snapped back, whirling around once more to stomp towards the right side of the room.

“It shouldn’t be that hard,” I leaned back in the seat, the leather squeaking as I moved and I groaned. “Just tell me why the hell can’t the cops be involved! My sons are missing Dean!”

“They are my sons too and I will get them back!” he retorted, running a hand over his face. “But it has, and will be, done my way.”

“You’re way is too long and you have no support! We need officials!”

“You have no idea what I am capable off, Alyssa,” His voice was dark as he rested his hands on the desk and looked to Lyon.

“It’s complicated. There is so much happening you haven’t seen and we are figuring out how much you can see,” Lyon took over as Dean yanked out the chair behind the desk and crashed into it. His fingers steepled together as his eyes fixated on me.

“It’s not really,” Jared mused from the other end of the couch. He was slouched back, a permanent smile twisting his lips as he took everything in. One leg folded over the other, his arm was also stretched out along the back of the couch. His fingers close to touching me and he grinned further when I looked to him. “Let me explain it simply.”

“Jared-,” Dean warned but Lyon waved him off.

“So, imagine this is Twilight,” Jared began and my mind went blank. Eyes narrowing, I glowered at the younger man and twisted to properly give him view of my glare.

“Twilight? Seriously?” I scoffed. “If you’re going to try and say you’re vampires, at least use the Vampire Diaries. Damon and Klaus are more believable than sparkling Edward.”

Snorting to myself, I looked to Dean. “Why are you guys playing this bullshit game?! My sons are in danger! Get him the fuck out or let me go if no one is going to take it seriously!”

“Darling, if this was the Vampire Diaries, Dean wouldn’t be Damon. He’d be Tyler.”

Dean sighed heavily at Jared’s declaration and I pressed my hand to my forehead. Are they for real? What the fuck was the point of these comparisons?

I took the bait however and asked, “Tyler?”

Jared grinned, teeth flashing briefly. “Yeah, full moon. No control. Gets all hairy. Ring any bells?”

“You’re fucking delusional, you know that?” Jerking to my feet, I waved a hand towards him, fingers curled into a fist save for one. “Werewolves? Fucking really?! Is this shit a joke to you?! I’ve lost my sons! They were taken and they are sick and you’re here taking the piss out of me?!”

“Taken, yes. Sick? No. They’re transitioning,” Lyon answered when Jared narrowed his eyes at my gesture and inched forward. Both feet planted to the floor as his elbows now rested on his knees and he did that weird lip curling thing Dean had done in the room. It was also followed by that weird grumbling noise that echoed around the room.

“Jared,” Dean snapped once more.

“What? She needs to know that her sons were more than likely taken from a Rogue and she has been played for the last five years! Who else would have taken them?!”

“A rogue? What the hell are you on about?!”

“Jared, silence yourself!”

“Oh Fuck you Lyon!” Jared surged to his feet. I jerked back as he advanced and found my fingers trembling. “You wanted to tell her the truth so fucking tell her so we can hunt these bastards down and end this now! We’ve been playing for too long! Look how many we’ve lost!”

The folder crashed back to the desk as Lyon stood and glowered and behind the desk Dean rose too. Once again that strange sound echoed around the room and I winced, feeling it etch into my bones. Backing up further, my eyes dance from one man to another as they faced off.

What the hell is happening?! What are they talking about?! Oh fuck what am I stuck with?!

My thoughts were erratic as Jared suddenly lashed out and his fingers locked around my arm. A shriek slipped from my lips as he jerked me closer. Bangs boomed around the room as Dean suddenly flipped his chair trying to move but Lyon blocked his path. Though my view was blocked when Jared gripped my chin and my eyes locked with him.

Trapped in his gaze, I had to be imagining his eyes swirling. Their natural colour whirled around the iris as a pale yellow bled from the black to overthrow it. Nails scratched the inside of my stomach, causing it to revolt and send a wave or boil surging up my throat. I gagged, the thin hairs rising on my arms as his hold tightened and he leaned closer.

His tongue peeked out to wet his lips before he grinned. “Do you think you can listen properly now, darling?”