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An Uneasy Accord	By : williewildkat Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 2172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For those of you familiar with my works over on Fan Fiction, I like to do slow burning chemistry especially in this story. We can't have them jumping into bed now can we? But smut will come I promise!
"You're a hunter."
Derek's words came out like a statement rather than a question. The woman nodded her head as she planted her hands against her hips.
"Guilty," she exhaled. "You were the one who sped out and pissed off the Alpha."
"Yes," he bluntly answered.
"Yet you saved my neck. Why was that? Not to sound ungrateful but werewolves normally don't save hunters."
"What do you know about the Alpha?"
"That it's one mean son of a bitch and I'm gunning for it."
"You're a fool to hunt it alone," Derek narrowed his eyes at the hunter.
"Wow…..If I wanted to hear a guy try to tell me how to hunt I'll just go back home to Phoenix."
She spun on her heels and headed for her car, angry over being scolded by what? A werewolf? Oh that wasn't sitting well! She slipped inside the driver's side and prepared to bring the engine to life. The further she got away from Lon Cheney the better.
"Wait," Derek appeared at the door. She leapt in her seat and forced a deep breath in and out of her lungs. She was losing her touch she told herself.
"Are you going to tell me how to hunt vampires next?" She sarcastically asked. Derek didn't respond and instead walked around the front and eased into the passenger side.
"No," Derek narrowed his eyes towards her. She suddenly felt remorseful over her actions and slumped back into the seat.
"Look I'm sorry alright? I didn't mean to be rude but I didn't exactly expect a werewolf to come racing out of the forest and save my hide. I guess I owe you a thank you."
She traced her finger over the steering wheel, unsure of what else to say. Here she was in her car with a werewolf who had just saved her from imminent death! This wasn't something she was expecting.
"You're welcome," traces of a smile dared to crack his stone cold features.
"You know what? I need a drink," she turned the engine and the car roared to life. The wheels momentarily spun in the slick leaves and sticks before pulling ahead and out towards the waiting road.

"Okay so why save me?"
Derek watched as she took another drink. It was the third whiskey she had ordered since they arrived at the bar outside of Beacon Hills. He silently admitted she was pretty brazen, but stupid for going after the Alpha alone like that. But then again she could be of some use to him. If other hunters show up, and they will, this woman could be a connection to keeping tabs on the others.
"Because you know about the Alpha," Derek quietly answered.
"Well most hunters know about an Alpha werewolf," she shrugged. "But this one's different. I've been tracking this one for some time now."
She remained guarded in her words, knowing it wasn't smart to trust a werewolf. Her defenses remained high; something her guardian had always taught her when she was hunting alone.
Trust no one Brook…
"How about you? Why are you after the Alpha?"
"How do you know what I am?" Derek was slightly taken aback.
"Well I'm a hunter for one. Two, I'm betting you're a Beta. Three, the Alpha's behind the recent string of attacks which has captured the attention of the hunting world."
"Which means more like you will be coming."
"Probably," she admitted. "And they won't be as nice as I am."
Derek watched her finish off the third and order a fourth. If she had wanted to kill him, Derek knew she could've done it at any time but yet she sat across from him calm and quiet. Her heart was steady within her chest, betraying nothing to his hearing. Her breath was heavy with Jack, causing Derek to wince at the overpowering smell.
"So are there any others here?"
"As far as I know there isn't."
The hunter swirled a finger around the edge of the glass and leaned back in her bar seat. Perhaps this werewolf wasn't like the others she had encountered in the past. The only instances a Beta took on an Alpha were for position, territory, a mate or revenge. Judging by the brooding pensive stare she was getting from across the table, he was more than likely in the neighborhood for the latter.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this but…." She pushed back against the table with forearms resting on the smooth wooden surface. Derek's interest piqued but still he revealed nothing.
"I'll help you hunt the Alpha under one condition: If you even dare try to turn on me I will kill you without so much as batting an eye."
"If I begin to think you are up to something I will kill you without so much as batting an eye. I will rip your throat out with my teeth," Derek's handsome features turned darker and colder at his counter offer.
She studied him for a moment before cracking a smile and laughing out loud. Derek was unsure of what to make of her unexpected reaction as she slammed an open palm on the table.
"A werewolf with guts," she finished off her drink and ordered one more. "I like it."
She extended a hand across the way with eyes wide in expectancy. Derek was hesitant at first but felt his hand reach out and clasp within hers. It was comforting warmth, surprising considering how cold and brash she was so far.
"By the way my name's Brooklyn, Brooklyn Ravenwood."
"I'm Derek," he nodded, "Derek Hale."

"So can I drive you to your house? Apartment?" Brooklyn fished her keys out and swung them around her finger. "Do you even live here in town?"
"There's a place I'm staying at outside of town," Derek hopped in the car.
"Okay," Brooklyn muttered under her breath knowing Derek could hear her. She really didn't care at this point as the whiskey had calmed any remaining frayed nerves and lowered her guard just a smidgen, but not enough to keep her from driving. The headlights faded into the night as the Charger sped out of parking lot and towards the highway and away from Beacon Hills.

"Is this where you live?"
Brooklyn peered out the windshield towards the dilapidated structure ahead. The rain had cleared, bathing the burnt shell of what was once a grand estate. Silver bathed the ruins, shining through the dirty glass and splintered boards. She turned to Derek who was looking straight ahead towards the looming structure. The haunted and lost look in his eyes made the hunter frown. It was like he was replaying some traumatic moment within the recesses of his mind; some unspoken horror that surfaced from the cold abyss.
Derek said nothing as he exited the Charger and walked up the worn trail. Brooklyn sat and watched, unsure if she should follow or go back to the hotel. Her instincts were telling her to follow the werewolf but felt something holding her back.
"Screw it," she grumbled and retrieved the gun concealed in the glove compartment.
"Derek?" She called out from the entry way. The door creaked and groaned against the rusted hinges. But then again Derek could hear her coming up the walkway then the warped steps before pushing aside the heavy door. Brooklyn closed it behind her and glanced around the spacious foyer. An impressive staircase rose before her; to her left was a set of double French doors leading to perhaps a dining room. Off to her right was what appeared to be a den or an office.
"What are you doing here?" He stood at the landing. Brooklyn replaced the gun and slowly started up the steps.
"What happened here?" Her voice was gentle and concerning.
"There was fire over 10 years ago," Derek vaguely explained.
"You know you don't have to stay here tonight. I mean the room I'm staying in has a spare bed. Besides if you were to try anything…..well you know the rest of the story."
Derek wasn't sure of this sudden gesture of goodwill. Since that night of the fire, all he had ever known was pain, anger, and hatred. Yet this hunter, Brooklyn, was making a bold statement by allowing him to be in the same room as her.
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea."
"Fine," she sighed, "Suit yourself. But if you change your mind I'll be at the Beacon Inn room 113."
And with that Brooklyn turned and left the house. Derek listened as her boots crunched against the gravel then stop as she slid in the car. He hurried towards the center room and watched through the broken pane as the Charger rolled down the hill and towards the lonely highway. His thoughts raced over the events of the night, looping around like a bad B horror flick. Maybe Brooklyn wasn't so bad after all. The last hunters he had encountered were more concerned with killing him, let alone offering a place to stay out of the cold California night.

The red SUV was concealed in the shadows as the Charger rolled up into the parking lot. The driver watched through binoculars as Brooklyn hopped out and entered her room. He lowered the binoculars and reached for his phone, knowing the rest needed to know.
"Hey it's me. Ravenwood's in town."
Argent bristled in his seat as one of his biggest foes had surfaced in the tiny town. He didn't have to venture a guess as to why she was here as it was the same reason he was: Werewolves.
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