Who: Bren & Devon What: The big meeting Where: Jack Quinn's When: Thursday evening
The ordeal with the hunter had put Devon into a more of an alert mode. The police had served as a great diversion until he could figure out what to do. The uncommon situation had rendered itself a bit of a puzzle. Devon hadn’t come across a hunter and yet, he had taken one’s interest. She had clearly found out where he had been staying and waited for a moment where he’d be vulnerable. What irked him is that he had been part of a war he hadn’t known he’d been fighting. The hunter had drawn first blood and that’s all he’d allow her. She was a threat to any and all wolves, but as far as he knew she had probably targeted him for the time being because he had been new. He also hadn’t been part of a pack. The glaringly obvious variable nagged him and at the station, while he waited as his papers were processed, could have sworn he had heard Lin’s soft voice drift to his ears. “You can’t stay rogue forever,” she had drilled into his head. He had scoffed at it. Of course she’d think that, she had been born wolf. He had been made. They weren’t the same and his pack had made sure of that.
But. The nagging also came in the form of the brief thought of Violet and her safety. He would never forgive himself if she was caught in his danger. Her text messages had come at an opportune moment. Reluctantly and with some despondence, Devon had asked for a meeting with Bren, her brother. She seemed happy to hear from him and he guessed she thought the meeting would help him in some way. Devon didn’t know much about Bren except that he was an Alpha, her Alpha in fact. It made him anxious to have to deal with some one like that again, but he’d give the benefit of the doubt. If the man was as honorable as he hoped, he’d at least appreciate the warning. If nothing else, Devon might be able to find a decent place to stay.
Dressed simply in a gray tank top, loose fitted jeans, local basketball cap and a dark navy hoodie, he approached Jack Quinn’s once again and walked in to a crowded bar where all the tv sets were tuned to every sport imaginable and cheers rose up in spurts. He scanned the room quickly looking for the man who fit the descriptions he had been given. Violet had told him to meet Bren in there, but he wasn’t sure what to expect. He didn’t even remember the guy and he sincerely hoped he wasn’t an asshole.