Location: Silver Creek Motel

"You're Lord Thaddeus?" Rebekah splurted in shock. "As in Queen Seraphina's older brother Thaddeus? The one who was dead?"

The Lord of the Wolves suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He stared at the former wolf with an unimpressed glare. "For the third time, yes." Thaddeus blanked. "You're not very quick for a detective, Hunt."

Rebekah glared at him. "If you're a Priest of the Moon, then how do you not know why Raven is in a coma?"

"Rachael..." Thaddeus emphasised. "Is in a coma thanks to the Goddess. I do not question her methods."

"Do you know when she will wake?"

"No clue."

Rebekah huffed. "Well you're so helpful."

"Watch your tone, Hunt." Thaddeus snarled, eyes flaring slightly, but Rebekah didn't pay attention. She was too confident in his presence and it irked his wolf. The human waved a hand, dismissing his remark.

"What are you doing alive? You were dead..." Rebekah narrowed her dark eyes slightly. "How are you alive?"

Thaddeus matched her glare with one of his own. "Rachael Grey had a choice. Resurrect me, or resurrect the Hunter's leader, Elijah Griffin." His eyes fogged briefly. "She sacrificed her wolf to bring the two of us back and the Goddess is keeping her alive."

Rebekah Hunt immediately stood and walked over to the kitchenette she had. Thaddeus could hear her raging heart beating too fast for her human body to handle - Hunt, despite being human for only two years since her operation of extracting her wolf, still possessed the properties of a werewolf. It would take time for all that to go. But Thaddeus knew that the shot of whiskey she just poured for herself would do nothing to her focus.

The Lord of the Wolves watched as she downed the shot without hesitation in an attempt to calm down. Rage...anger...hope...Rebekah was a wild card at the moment.

"Is that why the Goddess hasn't spoken to you? Or to Lady Seraphina?" Rebekah whispered, her throat slightly hoarse from the intense liquor. With both hands on the counter, she turned to Thaddeus for an answer.

"I believe so." Thaddeus answered, wary of her suddenly. Rebekah was definitely a wild-card; she was a mother with her child on the line, a wolf suffering from her mate's rejection, and had very little to turn to or focus on. He had to play is cards carefully if Rebekah was to help him kill the red-eyed Vampire Master. "Hunt, what happened with Red-Eyes?"

Rebekah angled her head, clenched jaw, and turned away from the Wolf Lord. She was struggling. Do I tell him everything? Can I trust him?

The wolf liaison turned and examined the man before her. Without even looking into his eyes she could tell that he was a man of dominance. He was the Alpha, the head of a pack. He carried the burdens of others on his shoulders just so they could run to freedom first. Thaddeus was quite tall, she gathered that from his stature, and was lean with natural muscle. The wolf just wore dark clothing, like he'd thrown it on with no attention nor care to what he looked like.

He was handsome, though. Despite the disheveled clothes, Thaddeus looked into her eyes with a face of guard. A shield, he resembled, with the fine jawline into a pointed chin, cheekbones pertruding from his pale skin, and a straight pointed nose like a compass point. His light brown brows contradicted his onyx hair, obviously dyed for protecting his identity, and possessed one of the three narrow scars that ran down the left side of his face.

What drew Rebekah in, though, wasn't the scars of the strong facial features. It was his eyes. Haunted ash clouds, they reminded her of. Despite his unbreakable facade, Rebekah saw through the storm front of his eyes. She saw past the storm and saw past it, and recognised it.

She saw the look in the mirror every day.

"First time I saw Red-Eyes, he was in a clearing near a Hunter's recon cabin." Rebekah explained with a nostalgic whisper. "He was there with two of his goons, and a third, a Tracker, had kidnapped Raven and left me to deal with the three vampires.

"He...broke my leg in half, and told me to go to Princess Thalia and inform her that her plan to save Raven was impossible, and that Buchannan Blood, the former Master Vampire, would succeed in killing Lady Seraphina."

While Rebekah saw that Thaddeus didn't shift in his seat at the news of his sister's attempted murder, she saw those eyes brew slowly, like a shifting viper ready to strike. Gulping down the nightmares, she continued. "I crawled back as fast as I could, but before I left Red-Eyes told me that he had informed my - my husband at the time, of the wolf-world, and just how our daughter was a werewolf. My mate was human and knew nothing of it."

She was silent as she recalled her Peter's face the moment she clambered through the door on her broken leg. His face of horror and disgust, especially as their little Jemima had snuggled into him. His flinch...he wanted nothing of her world, or of Jemima.

"I went to the hospital, no thanks to him, and was treated for my leg. I was put off work by my Commissioner - he didn't really care about me or my situation." Rebekah scoffed as she thought of her boss. There were a lot of words to describe him but she would never voice them aloud to anyone but her beloved whiskey.

"The third night into my stay, Red-Eyes just...he just walked in. I couldn't scream, nothing, not without informing the humans on the floor of his existence, as well as risking their lives. He told me that he would kill my girl, my little girl, if I didn't tell Princess Thalia that there were no more vampires, that he was dead." Rebekah moved away from the counter and towards her bag, where her precious file on Red-Eyes lay. She slammed the light paper on the low table in front of Thaddeus, pointing at the khaki folder with a chipped nail.

"I did my research. He was the last one, I knew that, and when I reported that all of them were dead to Thalia, he left to, 'be free', he called it. As soon as he left I tried to track him down." Rebekah all-but-fell into the chair opposite the Wolf Lord. She was exhausted from their fight, her knee was killing her exponentially, and all she wanted was a bubble bath. Maybe some fudge too, she didn't quite know yet.

"The only documents I have on him are in there: a shot of security footage before he entered my ward; his name on the visitor sheet; and all I could pick up from the encounter I had." The liaison spread her arms out before her with a solemn smile. "That's all I have."

Thaddeus was silent as she looked through the pictures, the signature, as well as what she'd written down. The Lord as taking in all the information she had, memorising every curve of her writing and every critical note she'd made. This will help a little.

"Is your daughter alright?" Thaddeus asked and earned a stern look from Rebekah. When he met her gaze, their twin colours clashing again, Rebekah scowled at him.

"Why are you asking?"

"Your daughter, Jemima, is the only werewolf in your family as of her birth. After you and your mate's divorce, is she okay?" Thaddeus repeated. His hands were still on the file as he waited for Rebekah's answer.

Her gold eyes melted into sadness and agitation. "I haven't seen Jemima since I admitted myself into hospital. Peter persuaded the court to put her in child protection throughout the hearings, and is fighting for her to stay there."

"He's afraid of werewolves." Thaddeus pieced together, and Rebekah nodded.

"He's a scientist. A doctor of physics." Rebekah explained before adding quietly. "He doesn't understand our world."

Setting the file down, the Wolf Lord embraced the silence, before looking at Rebekah once again. In the light of the lonely flickering light, her surgery scars glimmered on her arms and legs.

"Dr Grey removed your wolf after Jemima's birth, didn't she?"

Rebekah rung her hands. "Yes."

"How was that?"

"You're asking a lot of personal questions." Rebekah shifted her position, just slightly, to alert Thaddeus that she was not injured enough to stop her attacking him. For a former third-in-command pack wolf, a Theta, she was exceptionally strong-minded.

"I don't know you." Thaddeus admitted. "I only heard the rumours of the great Beck Hunt who won every fight handed to her."

The former wolf blushed slightly, a smug smirk on her face, before it fell. "Shame I couldn't win the one with Red-Eyes. It would have saved this whole...." She waved her hand between them. "...situation."

Thaddeus glowered, snarling. "We will win this fight." The Wolf Lord stood tall, looking down at Rebekah's seated form with a new sense of determination. "We will defeat Red-Eyes. We will wake Rachael. We will get your daughter returned to you. I'll die again if I have to."

Rebekah's eyes watered briefly, his words hitting home, but suddenly stared at him in slight fear. "That's why you were brought back...isn't it? It's why the Goddess brought you back."

Thaddeus smiled. It was grim, as though the horrors he had seen were permanently etched into his face. "To kill the last vampire, to fulfill the vengeance of the Ladies and Lords of the Moon - yes, Rebekah Hunt, that is why I am here, and why I will not rest until he is gone."