Broken

t o m m y

For a few weeks, I stayed in different hotels and stalked the hunters, learned their patterns and gathering information. Weston stayed away, which gave me mixed feelings. I had said some terrible things to him – told him to leave me alone. But my wolf was right, I haven't really given him a chance to explain why he did what he did and he had been right. If he hadn't pulled me out I could have died but it didn't make his actions right. Ignoring all my chaotic feelings, I spent my time focusing on wiping out Peter's family and friends. As I worked, I slowly took out Peter's hunters one by one. After three weeks of this, they were down to seven survivors. The hunters were all too eager to share what they knew after a little pressing but unfortunately they didn't know much.

Peter hadn't left the compound since he found his children dead. I also learned that every Wednesday and Friday nights Tommy met up with a female at an Italian restaurant off of Fifth Avenue – the man told me she was a hunter from two towns over. It was the break I had been waiting for.

When Wednesday finally came back around, I was ready. Perched on the roof of the building across the way from the restaurant, I waited for him. As the man had said, Tommy showed up right on time. Parking his truck in the parking lot, I smiled, he had just made this so easy for me. Jumping down from my perch, I crossed the street with ease. He took a seat in a booth with a little blonde. Sneaking in, I took a seat at the bar, which was close enough to hear them talk and see them without them seeing me.

Tommy sighed, playing with his silverware. "Is he really that bad?"

"Worse than he was when Daddy found him, the man has lost it and his body count is skyrocketing."

"All rouges?"

This peaked my interest, why would they care?

The little blonde nodded. "Yeah but he's losing control Tommy and I don't know how long I can hold off the elders."

"What do they want to do about it? He isn't breaking any of the rules."

"The reasons they give make no sense but I think I have an idea why they want him dead."

"What is it?"

The blonde took a deep breath. "If he dies, Tianna goes with him and with the body count she'd racked up, I can't blame them for that."

What? They were talking about Weston. Why was he killing rouges? Did something happen? Were they safe? Ignoring my whimpering wolf, I focused on my anger – it was getting harder and harder to hold onto my thirst for revenge.

Tommy leaned back in thought. "They still can't do that or they are no better than Peter."

"You're right, Wes has been through enough but that bitch is selfish, she needs a good beating."

Tommy shook his head, scoffing at the female. "Believe me, she's taken far too many undeserved beatings."

"Apparently she didn't learn shit from them."

Tommy laughed, rolling his eyes. "I hope you get to meet her."

"Excuse me?"

"Battle of the bitches, I'd pay to see that fight."

She chuckled, sitting up straight – her boobs sticking out. "You're such a horn dog."

"All jokes aside though, your hot and Tianna, damn! She always has this resting bad ass, sexy smolder. And her body! Wes is a lucky ass man."

Gross, he was looking. The thought made me nauseous.

The blonde frowned. "Shut up!"

"Jealous?"