Chapter 23

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A wooden oak table, broad and sturdy, was the only thing that stood between Mathew and Xerxes. The eyes of persons in the room darted back and forth between the two, me sighing when Mathew sneered tauntingly, Easton rubbing at his brow when no one spoke. I stood behind Mathew, silently begging Xerxes not to do anything out of anger. Flynn was by the doorway of the room, arms folded tightly across his chest, silently sizing up the human male in annoyance. 

It was frightening, seeing Xerxes have little to no countenance, making it extremly difficult for me, or anyone to read him. He had said nothing when I had rapidly explained why I invited Mathew over to the home.

"You really need to speak with these guards around here. They're way too rough." When Xerxes gave no response, Mathew turned to me. "They pat me down three times and questioned me multiple times before I was allowed inside the neighborhood. I thought you told them I was coming."

I swallowed, dragging my eyes from Xerxes' sudden stone cold face. "It's the procedure they have to carry out. It doesn't matter if I informed them earlier."

Mathew grunted, nodding his head in appreciation as Greta dropped off a glass of water for him, his eyes flickering to Kesley as he raised it to his lips. "Who's this fine lady?"

No one said anything. Kesley blankly stared down at the man who was atleast ten years younger than her, not reacting to any of his flirtatious actions. Mathew released a sigh, reclining in his chair. "You people are so much fun."

We all watched as Mathew finished off his water slowly and I could feel Xerxes' patience ebbing away, being replaced by a dangerous darkness that had me reaching across the table to place a hand over his own, trying to soothe it away. My touch didn't work.

"Get to speaking about what we need to really hear, kid." Xerxes voice was a rough snarl, an echoing sound that sent shivers down mine, and I'm sure everyone else's spine. I moved my hand away and faced Mathew, who met my eyes before speaking. 

"Rebecca told me that my mother, Claire Johnson, was brought up yesterday when she interrogated some guy. So me, being the very good friend I am to Becca here," He patted my shoulder. "Decided because of her request, to attend some of my mother's meetings and listen to what was being said. Soon aft-"

"How did you know that it was his mother?" Xerxes directed the question to me, ignoring Mathew's frown.

"They have the same last name, so I took a guess and asked Mathew during a phone call if the person mentioned was his mother, which turned out to be true." I answered quickly, wanting Mathew to continue speaking before he decided to lapse back into his goofy ways.

"Right." Mathew cleared his throat. "No more interrupting, wolf man. It's awfully rude."

I muffled my groan with my palms. Xerxes was in no playful mood and I knew Mathew was treading dangerous waters. The chair which The Alpha sat on creaked as he leaned forward, bracing his hands against the handles, a slither of rage crossing his face as he stared down Mathew. 

"Continue, please." I muttered to Mathew.

"So I managed to get some info, and it's a bit confusing to say the least. The Insurgency group was formed roughly three months ago. I'm not sure who it was that created it. Anyway, my mother was hired by this guy called Sinclair and a lady named Idina to help gather some humans to join the group. They all had to have the same mindset of hatred towards The Alpha in order for them to be apart of the group. Basically, Sinclair told my mother that with the assistance of some of the humans, they'd manage to overthrow Xerxes by using whatever force necessary and have him move out of town. They know a lot of humans are not fans of the big boy," Mathew gestured to Xerxes. "But my mother had suspicions about Sinclair's and Idina's plans and found out that they also want to switch back the ways humans and werewolves lived." 

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