Braeden places her feet on the table, crossing them like the lady she is. Peter stares at her boots in utter disbelief.

'The table's italian,' he says, his voice eerily calm.

'So are these boots,' Braeden answers, her sass in good competition to Peter's. I smile as I make my way from the bathroom to the dresser over by the bed, a towel draped around my body.

'Are we going to talk interior design and fashion, or are we gonna talk numbers?' Braeden asks, and I detect a small smile playing along Derek's lips. He's probably not used to anything have a sass-competition with Peter, and winning.

Peter groans as he takes out his pen, writing down a number on a piece of paper. Derek seems too busy staring into a pair of sunglasses.

I grab a set of matching, lace underwear - I have no idea when I started to care about my underwear - and a black singlet along with my black skinny jeans, before I hide around a corner to change. That way I can still listen in on the conversation.

'We're hiring you to find Kate, not assassinate the president,' I hear Peter's voice say, annoyance seeping from his tone.

'I was hired by the Calavera's to find Kate,' Braeden answers as I slip the singlet on and buttoning up my jeans. 'You're hiring me to find her first. Going against the Calavera's is what's gonna cost you.'

I make my way back around the corner with the damp towel in my hand just as Peter has a little diva-melt-down, getting up and leaving the table.

Derek grabs the note I assume has been used to write numbers on, ripping it in half.

'We'll pay,' he says, 'just find Kate. That's all we want.'

I lean against a column, dropping the towel to the floor as I cross my arms over my chest, watching. Braeden merely nods before removing her feet off the table, probably the Peter's relief, and makes her way over to the door. On the way out, her eyes capture my gaze, her features drained of any emotion.

Peter goes after her, and as soon as she's out the door, he slams it shut. He's pissed.

'Are you insane?' he shouts, his hand placed on his hip, making me wonder if that's my angry-pose as well. I think it is.

'We didn't have a choice,' Derek answers, his voice calm. He's moved, now standing by his table, back facing us. 'We spent a week looking for her and came up with nothing.'

'And in that time you managed to get married!' Peter snaps, his tone slightly too pitchy. 'Did you even try and find her?'

'Of course we did,' I snap, pushing myself off the column, making my way over.

'If we don't find out who told Kate about the vault, we don't get our bonds back. What do you think I'm gonna do then, huh? Get a job? My resume is slightly out of date! We got robbed, Derek. Robbed!'

He grabs for Derek's shoulder, but Derek's hand tightens around Peter's wrist, roaring in his face. The golden eyes still feel wrong to me.

'Well that's a new look for you,' Peter mumbles as Derek quiets down, his chest heaving quickly, the veins popping out in his neck.

Derek pulls back his arm quickly, looking slightly ashamed.

'What happened to you eyes?'

'I don't know,' Derek growls, 'but I'm willing to pay to find out.'

'Okay, seriously,' I say, placing myself between them. 'You two need a break from each other, so Peter: go home.'

I look up at Peter, happy I have my powers considering that he feels really big and intimidating, but I'd never admit that to anyone. Peter huffs, like the big bad wolf he is, before turning on his heel and making his way to the door, opening it and disappearing out, once again feeling the need to make the door slam.

I immediately turn my body towards Derek, placing my hands on the sides of his neck, my thumbs stroking his cheeks.

'Calm down,' I tell him, his head falling forward making his forehead collide gently with mine. He sighs, and I give a small smile.

'We're going to figure this out, okay? Your eyes, the bonds, Kate. We're going to figure it out.'

I move my head, making his forehead fall on my shoulder instead as I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him. 'You will be okay,' I whisper, his arms wrapping around my waist and pressing me to him.

I pull away slightly, my nose touching his.

His eyes find mine, staring into them with such an intensity my breath catches.

'I love you,' he whispers, his voice husky.

'And I love you,' I whisper back, his fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck. I raw him closer, my lips capturing his in a sweet kiss. His hunger seems to grow, and soon his hands are underneath my singlet, the kiss growing rougher.

I roll over in the bed, ignoring the knocking on the door.

I place my foot on Derek's back and shove him out, giving him the clear sign that he's to open the door. He groans as he pulls on his jeans again and the same sweater, before walking over to the door as I slip my underwear back on.

Braeden appears, and walks right past Derek and into the loft, handing a file to Derek. I pull the singlet over my head and down to cover my torso, before I move over to Derek to look over his shoulder.

'There's nothing in here about Kate,' Derek says, flipping through the pages. 'This killed used an axe.'

'Actually he used a military tomahawk,' Braeden answers, and I can't help but check her out as she changes.

'That's not in this report,' Derek answers, and I turn to see his profile.

'I know,' Braeden smiles, pulling on her own singlet. Girl got a nice body.

'You gonna tell me what else you know?' Derek asks, sounding slightly annoyed.

I walk up to him, taking the file out of his hands to read it myself.

'Not yet,' Braden answers, ''cause I don't really know much.'

'But you know something,' Derek presses, and I roll my eyes.

'Calm down, sourwolf,' I murmur, reading through the report. He turns around, his gaze, of course, focused on Braeden.

'Maybe,' she answers, leaning on the table, 'the problem is the people I need to talk to right now, don't talk to people like you.'

'You want me to wait for you?' Derek drawls, sounding awfully like his uncle.

'I want you to trust me,' Braeden says, leaning forward slightly more.

'Why would I trust you?' Derek answers, leaning in as well. I'll admit my eyebrow is slightly higher than usual. 'I don't know anything about you.'

'Yeah, well, I know you,' Braeden answers confidently, 'and I know what you really want.'

Braeden pushes off the table, slowly walking towards Derek.

'You want what Kate stole from you,' she hums, before mumbling some mumbo-jumbo shit. 'It means the true nature of someone is reflected in their eyes, in your case; the colour of your eyes.'

I cross my arms over my chest, watching Braeden as she moves over to one of the column where her jacket hangs. Derek grabs her rifle off the table, turning towards her.

'You get a week,' he tells her, before throwing her the rifle, which she - of course - catches perfectly.

She disappears out the door once more, and Derek turns back towards the table, leaning against it as he sighs.

'She's feisty,' I murmur, watching as Derek's back relax a little.

'Mhm,' he mumbles, his mind clearly occupied.

'I have a great idea: threesome,' I suggest, watching him.

'Mhm,' he repeats, and I roll my eyes. I grab a pillow off the bed and throw it at him, hitting him in the back of the head.

'What was that for?' he asks, frowning as he picks the pillow off the floor.

'What's on your mind?' I ask, placing my hands on my hips, hoping I look a little bossy.

'Nothing,' he shrugs, and I arch an eyebrow.

'Derek, you just agreed to a fucking threesome. Something is on your mind.'

His frown deepens, his gaze holding mine for a short while. Then he sighs, rubbing his forehead.

'Kate?' I suggest, and he makes his way back to me, slumping down onto the sofa. 'It's usually an ex, so I'm taking the most probable one.'

'Funny,' he snorts, and I grin.

'Stop being so serious, Derek,' I tell him, placing my thumb and index finger at each side of his mouth, pinching so that he gets a proper trout mouth. He just stares at me, clearly not finding it very amusing.

'You look so much better like this. We should get you some plastic surgery to make you look like this permanently.'

'I'd rather not,' he says, sounding ridiculous since I'm still pinching his mouth. I can't help my giggle as I release him. He just shakes his head, probably wondering what tumour I could possibly suffer from. I grab his hand, pulling him towards the sofa. I sit down, still holding his hand as he towers over me. Flash the puppy eyes and he's seated right next to me.

I lean against the armrest on the sofa, placing my legs in Derek's lap. One of his hands automatically falls to my thigh, the other on my calf.

'Everything is going to be okay,' I tell him, his head craning to look at me. 'And you know that how?'

'I've learnt to be positive,' I tell him, leaning my head on the back of the sofa.

'After everything you've been through?' he muses, one of his hands gently massaging my foot.

'Especially after everything I've been through. When there's so much pain and strife and chaos, you need to find the good in the world. If not, you'll cease to exist.'

'Big words,' he grins, and I punch him in the arm.

'Don't you mock me, hubby,' I tell him, making his smile widen. He doesn't answer, and I wouldn't want him to. I kind of love it when he mocks me, because it shows he still has his humour. And it always makes him smile.

'Do you think she'll find Kate?' Derek suddenly asks.

'What, Braeden?'

He nods.

'Well, like I said, she's feisty. She definitely stands a chance. I do like her.'

'Really?'

'Yeah, but I don't trust her.'

'If I remember correctly you passengered her motor cycle?'

''Cause I was desperate to find you. Doesn't mean I trust her.'

'Why not?'

'She's a mercenary. Never trust a mercenary. If the money is good enough, they'll kill anybody.'

'You were in an Alpha Pack,' he points out, and I groan.

'Saved your life I did,' I tell him, pointing a finger at him. He pushes my hand away, smiling. I giggle.

My phone starts to buzz off the table, and I grab for it, seeing Scott's name flashing on the screen.

I answer it, pressing the phone to my ear.

'Scott?'

As soon as I answer, he goes on a ramble.

'Scott– Scott, calm down,' I tell him, and as he does I feel the hairs on my back rise up by his three following words.

I cover the phone and look at Derek, who's frowning.

'He bit someone,' I tell him, 'Scott's bitten someone.'

A/N: I am so so so slow, and I wish to apologise for that but I have a lot going now right now but I promise I'll have to chapters up more frequently. I didn't mean for it to take this long. I'll improve!

You know what makes me happy xx