Whose Eyes Were Red? [s.m][3]

chapter 29

"Now, don't say I never gave you anything," he gloated, smirking as the phone continued to ring.

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"Who told you where to find us? Hmm? 'Cause there is no way in hell that two random amateurs would take down that many wolves without getting torn apart," Jackson Whittmore said as he leaned forward, his eyes flickering between the two hunters that had just tried to kill him and his boyfriend. "Where did you get the wolfsbane? And who sent you?"

Jackson looked across briefly at Ethan before he turned his attention back to the British man and woman that they had now tied up in front of them. The glass crunched under his shoe as he readjusted his weight and he made a mental note to hit them extra hard for the damage they had done to Ethan's interior designing.

"We work alone. And we're better than you think," the woman tried to claim, her eyes flickering slightly as she stared Jackson down. Ethan smirked slightly, a movement so small that Jackson only caught it because he knew exactly what he was looking for.

A sudden thought crossed the part-kanima's mind as he thought about the one person who would know about himself and Ethan. The one person that had caused him and his friends and everyone from his home complete hell. The one person that he really wished nothing but death for.

"Does the name Gerard mean anything to you?"

The silence told Jackson everything he needed to know, even if they hadn't been able to tell from the sudden jump in both of their heartbeats. The man scowled at them, keeping his mouth clenched shut as the woman tried to act innocent once more.

"We don't have to tell you anything!"

"You already have," Ethan drawled out, knowing that they had caught the two hunters right in their lie. "He talks and I listen. So we know when you're lying."

Jackson nodded as he backed up his boyfriend. "Yeah. We're getting pretty good at it. So, Gerard armed you and sent you here. Where is he? Is he in London?"

"You know where he is."

There was a slight pause as both Ethan and Jackson sighed, turning their heads to look at each other. Of course they knew exactly where the man would be, because where else in the world seemed to always have so much supernatural drama other than Beacon Hills.

As Ethan and Jackson went to stand, the sudden ringing of a phone from beside Jackson alerted them to the device. Ethan scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked back to his boyfriend.

"Oh, so now you're phone works?" He sassed, even though he knew that Jackson's abduction excuse was a real and life-threatening one. Jackson rolled his eyes before he turned to look at the phone.

"This isn't mine."

Ethan lifted the device, sliding the screen and allowing for the call to go through. Clicking the speaker button, he and Jackson held their breaths for just a second as they waited for the person on the other end of the line to speak. When no words came, Jackson realised instantly who was on the other side of the phone.

"Gerard," he spat, causing Ethan to hold the phone a little tighter as they thought about who was on the other end of the line.

"Ah Jackson Whittmore, it's been a while," the man laughed down the phone as he pictured the two boys aggressively standing with the device. "You too Ethan."

There was sound of a slight struggle on the other end of the phone as Gerard continued to speak to them. "I have someone who has been dying to hear from you."

"If it's any of your old hunting buddies, we really aren't interested."

At the sound of Ethan's voice over the line, a new voice entered the mix.