Rebekah's Bluetooth, once she turned it back on after driving far enough away from Lara Knight's last location, had been buzzing non-stop. She didn't bother answering any work related calls but when she received one from her husband about how the Commissioner had called him up about her antics, she knew that her boss was very angry. The Detective wasn't used to dealing with human emotions after growing up without them but she recognised fear and worry. She was fearful that Raven would be arrested, and worrying about her husband and daughter... as usual. They still didn't know about the werewolf world; Jemima would soon find out but Pete couldn't know. He was a scientist – he didn't believe in mythical creatures! How was he meant to believe he fell in love with one?

As Rebekah pulled up into the precinct, into her allocated spot, she could sense the cameras on her. When she went into the car-park lift, she was surprised to find it working. That was quick.

While the lift was descending up the floors until they reached the floor for her detectives she began to motivate and encourage herself.

You're a former Theta wolf Rebekah! You will not bow to anyone!

You're the best detective, mother and wife in the whole world – he won't harm you!

You're bloody Rebekah Morgan, you ain't letting anyone walk over you!

By the time Rebekah opened her eyes from her mini-motivation session, the lift doors had opened. She stared everyone down for they seemed to have locked eyes with her. With her chin up, she walked with confidence into her office on the right. She didn't even hesitate when she spotted the Commissioner in her office... in her chair.

 The Detective opened the door, shutting it after her, and turned to face her Boss. His silver hair was streaked back with too much grease, his half-moon glasses jammed on his large nose. His sharp blue eyes, orbs which seemed impossible to escape, skimmed back and forth as he held a picture frame in his hands. With the Commissioner's feet resting on her desk, Rebekah felt threatened and not to mention uneasy, especially while he was looking at the photo of herself, Pete and Jemima.

"I take it that it wasn't an easy birth, judging by those bandages." The Commissioner commented, looking up at her with those captivating eyes, but Rebekah remained unprovoked.

"I take it that I am going to be fired, judging by you all over my desk." She retorted, her bag feeling heavy on her arm. The keys to her car were still in her opposite hand – the key itself digging into her palm.

"Fire you? I wouldn't dare fire the best." His voice resembled sarcastic shock as he raised a silver caterpillar towards her. "Punish you for betraying orders? That's another thing."

"I don't like being spanked."

"Don't give me lip, Detective."

"I was following a source-"

"We both know you weren't." He interrupted and in one motion removed his feet off the table and placed the picture back in its rightful place. "You've been awfully suspicious recently Detective. Sneaking out, not answering calls, even your phone records-"

"You went through my phone!?" Rebekah spoke angrily but made no physical movement. They were both eye to eye now. It was like one of those typical movies that Pete so devastatingly loved – ones involving a Mexican stand-off. Neither one looked away as the battle for verbal dominance took over.

"Yes I did! As one of my detectives, I had suspicions, and believe me I found some interesting things..." He taunted but the only agitation Rebekah gave was that of a glare. Her brown eyes seemed to almost glow; they would have if her wolf was still with her, but it set the Commissioner on edge.

"What did you find, Boss?" Rebekah taunted in return as she cocked her head to the side in an attempt to provoke him. "What leverage do you have over me?"

"Logan Hunt." The Commissioner spoke the one name she wouldn't have guessed. Rebekah's attack on her boss subsided as her brother's name was spoken allowed.

Because of her experimentation, Rebekah requested that all documents about her former life as a werewolf would be wiped – including family ones. Every human she knew thought she was an only child, some weren't close enough to her to know anything about her childhood, but Pete always thought she had no other family. An orphan, as humans would call it. A runt, or Omega, in werewolf terms.

If Pete found out, she'd have to explain everything. He wouldn't take it. They may have been mates when she was a werewolf, but now they were both...somewhat... human. The werewolf law didn't abide to them anymore. I could lose him.

"Cat got your tongue?" The Commissioner taunted with a gleam in his ice eyes. "Who is Logan Hunt, Detective?"

"I'm not cheating on my husband." Rebekah stated, playing defensive, as she knew that is what he was thinking.

"Then who is he? Hmm?" This time, her Boss stuck out his neck to tower over her. Intimidation was his tactic but Rebekah was a former wolf; she was intimidation.

"Why do you care? I'm your best Detective for a reason Commissioner, and that has nothing to do with my phone records. I get the job done without any personal matters getting in the way. I complete my cases without even taking a sick day. I work to my best, why do you suddenly care about private matters in my life?" Rebekah retorted and the Commissioner suddenly realised her tactic. He'd stuck his neck out and now she had wrapped the noose. She'd won.

The Commissioner took a step back against her desk, looking down at the family portrait. "You are right." He admitted. "You are the best – but this time it is different. Personal matters before have been friends and direct family. This, however, is different. He looks just like you Detective. A brother?"

Rebekah remained still. "It doesn't matter to you. It matters to me."

While Rebekah's answer hadn't been a 'yes', she hadn't denied the connection either. She realised her mistake after the words came out and she knew that the Commissioner picked up on the connection as well. You couldn't hide from those frozen eyes for long; they were locked onto you whether you liked it or not.

"Seeing as you are correct – that you are the best – you're assigned to the Black-Eyed Girl case. Find her." The Commissioner commanded as she moved towards the door. Just as he was about to open the door and leave, he turned back to look at the light brunette Detective. He couldn't deny her beauty but her flaming temper and hard-eyed determination automatically gave respect whenever she blinked. Rebekah Morgan was the best Detective for many reasons. The main reason? You couldn't crack her.

"I'll leave this 'Logan Hunt' out of this." The Commissioner decided as he stared more and more into the light brown eyes of his Detective which seemed to sparkle. "Keep your head in the case."

"Just don't shut the case on me."

The Commissioner nodded but his ice eyes were hard as he left the office. Rebekah stared at the door and finally put her bag and keys down. She slowly let out a breath through her nose before making her way to her desk. When she sat down, she knotted her hands together under her nose, and stared at the family portrait. They held their little Jem between them, Pete and her. Pete was beaming with his dorky brown glasses and crooked teeth - but his green eyes were shining. Rebekah, however, wasn't shining. She wore a short-sleeved T-shirt which clearly showed the white bandages underneath. Many people mistook them for a long white t-shirt but it wasn't until you had a close look at the picture you could see the overlaying fabric. The T-shirt was just short enough to see another set of bandages around her hips, leading up to her stomach. It was commonly mistaken that she had a caesarean and the needles in her arms were poorly done... but the Commissioner clearly knew otherwise.

Rebekah sighed as she stared at her mate's bright eyes. He was her mate first, then husband, then the father of their child. He'd always be a mate first... and mates tell the truth no matter the consequence.

The Detective sighed as her eyes welled up thinking how she was going to tell Pete about the werewolf world. Where would she even start?

She'd need Logan's help, of course. Pete didn't know she had a brother, let alone two loving parents who were still alive, but he needed to know. He had suspicious, of course, but Rebekah couldn't hold it in for much longer.

After Raven is safe, I'll tell Pete. She vowed. I'll tell him everything.

"Rebekah?" Her name called by her partner-in-crime, Detective McDonald. He stuck his head through the doorway – she hadn't even heard it open. "The case?"

"I know McDonald." She responded and left her stuff at her desk, putting her phone in her pocket, and followed him out. All twenty-four detectives that worked on her floor stood and waited to be assigned something to do. They looked at Rebekah warily; they had all seen the stand-off between her and the Commissioner.

Usually she would stand by the board of evidence, look through, and check everyone off with a specific task. However, her mind was slightly jumbled. She couldn't think straight now that the Commissioner knew she had a brother.

Rebekah slapped herself. Hard.

A few detectives jumped at the sound but Rebekah just shook off the pain. A bright red handprint rested on her cheek as she stared down the board – most of the evidence pinned was stuff she knew already but they needed to find out Raven's identity.

"I don't like the name 'Black-Eyed Girl'." Rebekah stated in the silence, before spinning on her heels to face her detectives. A few gulped; she looked menacing. With a beautiful golden brown mane and sparkling determined gold eyes to match she was beautiful... but with the red print on the right side of her face, caused by her own limb, she was not in the mood for any lack of work by anyone today.

She started to call people out. "Roderick, track her CCTV footage – where did she go, what was she doing, who was she with? Give me everything you have. Oliver, run her through the database, does she have a name as well as a throwing hand? Heather! Go over witness confessions and see if the media missed something, what did they see? If you need to, go over and double check their words. Willow – create a timeline of what happened with the footage you can grab of the attack, see if there is anyone looking out of place... like, just watching, not reacting, you know?" Rebekah paused as her rant increased and people started to flurry around. She'd called out the four people in charge of each row; Roderick's team with tracking movements; Oliver's with identification; Heather's with witnesses and media control; and Willow's team with the crime scene. Rebekah was the boss, McDonald the assistant, and these four people her acquaintances and the rest their minions. It was a team, and Rebekah was the leader. Now, the team was in action. "This is the Red Wolf case, everyone! Give me something this afternoon!"

As Rebekah was walking back to her office to make her own contact calls when she paused. This case, she knew, would no doubt be her last. They'd find Thalia and Elijah's faces if they weren't hiding from the cameras, they'd see their visit to her before Raven snapped. Rebekah sighed through her nose, noting McDonald's frown, and quickly diverted to Oliver's row.

"Oliver?" She called. This was her last case – go out with a bang. "Who in your team has a minor role in the case?"

"Uh, why?" He called. He was at his desk after briefing everyone but he quickly stood as Rebekah made her way down his row. She gave him a sharp look and he gulped.

"Julie is only watching the scanner until the figure's identity pops up..?" Oliver said with uncertainty but Rebekah was already making her way to Julie's desk.

"Julie, come with me. McDonald, watch the scanner for her." Rebekah commanded before she made her way through the desk rows to her office. She heard a small commotion of confusion but didn't turn around to see what it was. When she opened the door for Julie to enter, she almost smiled at the nervous wreck she was.

Julie had a bright blonde pixie cut and soft brown eyes. She had an innocent look about her if you forgot about the bright gold cuff on her left ear. It was an intricate design of an arrow quiver and made her skin glow in a more sun-bathed tan. If she hadn't have been trembling with nerves, Rebekah might have actually thought she was a confident model... but she was an emotional detective.

"Julie Sparks?" She clarified and beckoned for the fumbling officer to take a seat. The straight locks of blonde flopped up and down in the motion of a severe nod. When Julie's legs gave out from nerves, landing her on the plush chair, she released a sigh.

"Julie, I apologise for taking you off this case but I need your expertise." Rebekah admitted before sitting behind her desk. She began typing on her computer rapidly as to print out what she needed for Julie to look at.

"I-I'm sorry Detective Morgan, but I have only been working here a few weeks... It's why I have the minor job! I think Jack or... or India... or even Nora would work!" Julie ranted, even suggesting Nora the Intern in an attempt to get out of what seemed an honourable job.

"Detective Sparks I picked you because you have the minor role." Rebekah stated and locked eyes with the new colleague. She was a deer caught in the headlights of a hunter's vehicle – scared beyond belief. "I need you for this."

"W-What even is it?"

"I need you to find someone. Off book." The former-wolf ordered. The printer blurted to life, making Julie jump, and Rebekah stood waiting for the picture to go through. "He may be connected to the Red Wolf case, but he is also a threat towards me. I need his location."

Julie's eyes widened even more. "A threat to you?!" The new Detective seemed star-struck. Julie had heard so many stories about the famous Rebekah Morgan. She'd read every case, seen every press conference she'd done, Julie looked up to her. Her boss was fierce, strong, and an amazing role-model. She even slapped herself! A threat to her? Impossible. "B-But you're Rebekah Morgan!"

The fierce boss shook her head but didn't see Julie's red cheeks. "Being Rebekah Morgan comes with threats, Sparks. It's a part of the job description."

Julie's respect and awe only grew for the beautiful brunette boss. Her mouth was hung ajar as she filtered through the information given to her and merely fathomed over whose office she was in. Rebekah broke the stare to the young officer as she removed the paper from the printer. Handing the image to Sparks, she leaned against her desk, and watched as she scanned the person.

"Who is he?"

"That's for you to find out." Rebekah smiled. "I need you to get his name, his address, and his accomplices. I need to know what he has for breakfast and what linen he has on his bed. I need to know everything, if you can."

Julie gulped but nodded. "I...uh... how do I do so without people seeing? My desk is in the middle of those rows..."

Rebekah pointed a thumb behind her. "Use mine. The room is sound-proof; no one will see your progress besides me. Start now Sparks, find out everything you can."

Julie was left gobsmacked as Rebekah left the room. She shut the door behind her, throwing on her coat, and left the precinct. She had places to be.

Once Rebekah was in the comfort of her 4WD, she couldn't help but shake at what she had assigned to Sparks. The officer was new, but she wouldn't figure out the picture's other alias.

Buchannan Blood. Rebekah had given his picture to Sparks. Gut instinct made her shiver.

The Detective needed to know his location so that Thalia and Elijah's team could track him down if need be. She needed to know in case something went wrong. Rebekah ran a shaking hand through her hair as she pursed her light lips. All the emotions she had been harbouring behind brick walls were collapsing on her ever so slowly...

Rebekah grabbed a notebook from her glove compartment, her fingers trembling at the knowledge of what was happening, and flipped to an empty page. Licking her chapped lips, she wrote down the things she knew.

1) The Commissioner knows about Logan.

2) Jemima is starting to connect to my wolf.

3) Raven is wanted by the human media.

4) Pete needs to know about the werewolves.

5) Buchannan Blood is after Lady Seraphina.

Her right cheek was raw and starting to bruise as she stared at the paper bleakly. One at a time, she'd check off the list with a solution. Rebekah would scribble the fibres out of the paper until she had nothing to worry about anymore.

With the new found determination and courage, from who knows where, she revved her car into motion and floored it to Lara's meeting point. Hypocrisy hit her core as she sped through the lights and stop signs but she needed to get to Lara as soon as possible.

She dialled in her Bluetooth to the Elijah's Gamma... or Tech Hunter as they would say in their terms.

"Detective Morgan..?" He answered warily – clearly wasn't comfortable with phone calls.

"Hunter." Stern was her words. "The rabbits are heading back to the burrow before the blizzard strikes."

"The... what?" Greg muttered from the other end of the line. Rebekah frowned as she heard him fumbling through paper no doubt at his desk. "Rabbits are... um... the person talking and... the... burrow is the l-location? Oh! Meeting point! And a... blizzard? A blizzard is... oh."

Rebekah clenched her jaw at the snail who seemed to be running the race for the love of his life. She was stressed beyond belief; she didn't need this right now.

"Hurry up Hunter." She taunted as she put the pedal to the floor violently. Greg flinched as he heard the roar of the car and couldn't help but think it was a replacement for her lack of roar now that her wolf was gone.

"Uh.... The um..." Greg seemed to scoff. "We're on our bloody way, screw code!"

Rebekah rolled her eyes but hung up on the phone. She quickly drove off the grid; dodging lights and known streets for patrol cars... she was no longer Detective Rebekah Morgan... she was becoming the old Beck Hunt, the strong fighter Theta that never lost a fight.

Let's show them how it's done.

She remembered her wolf's voice, her advice before every fight, and Beck couldn't help but think about how much she missed the other half of her mind. It was lonely.

Her golden eyes hardened as she pulled into the national park track. When she stopped at the meeting point, Beck took out her phone and snapped the card and removed the battery. Sweeping her light hair into a high pony tail the human leapt out of her car with a clenched jaw. The former detective rummaged through the boot of her car for her emergency bag; spare clothes, a gun with extra mags, and a burner phone – she had memorised all the numbers she needed.

Just as Beck threw her keys in the boot and slammed it shut, she heard footsteps behind her. The human held her gun loosely as she turned slowly, the khaki bag flopping over her shoulder. Her eyes were burning with stern fury.

It wasn't a surprise to see Lara Knight standing on either side of a stunning brunette woman and a buff hunter. Beck smiled as she spotted the two familiar faces; she didn't know the hunter.

"Lia." She greeted with a smile and placed her gun in the holster on her thigh. The brunette beamed with surprise as she recognised the bright gold eyes of her childhood friend.

"Good to see you Beck." Princess Thalia greeted as she stood between the Warrior and the Hunter with her camouflaged clothes. Her dark eyes glistened.

The former wolf readjusted her bag and marched towards them, nodding at Knight and pausing at the large Hunter. "Beck." She introduced with a mere glare.

"Tin." He traded, adjusting the large silver knife strap over his large chest. Beck couldn't help but feel slightly threatened at the sight of the silver hilt over his shoulder. She looked towards her former Princess.

"I haven't spoken to Beck in a while." Thalia raised an eyebrow at her. Beck was the wolf she grew up with; Rebekah the human liaison. Why was Beck standing before her?

"I'm not acting as a liaison here." She shrugged before pointing randomly in the forest. "I'm acting as a former wolf who knows something that you do... that way?"

Tin smirked. "Not even close." His tone portrayed doubt and disbelief, his blue eyes cocky and arrogant. Beck turned her attention to him with a menacing gold eye.

"Tin, you said?" She spoke quietly in a dark husky voice. "Would you happen to be the Quentin James? Mate to Penelope McKay? Also known as the 'all-muscle-no-brains' of Griffin's crew?"

Beck saw his jaw clench and chest puff out in an attempt to regain his dignity. Beck smirked evilly and Thalia couldn't help but copy her smile; welcome back Beck.

"I've put my entire life at risk to provide you with the information I have." She snarled. "Some respect would be nice; keep quiet about your thoughts or I will make you keep quiet."

Tin was still for a few moments before he took a step back... but kept a hand on the strap of his very large knife.

"Maybe there is still some bite." He pondered out loud with a raised eyebrow before walking back towards the cabin, leaving the three females by the dirt road. Beck lifted her head in pride and followed the giant hunk of a man. The Princess and Lara followed after her quietly but their minds were alive with communication.

Lara, was she like this when you met her?

No Princess Thalia, she was Rebekah Morgan when I left.

Beck Hunt probably rivals your fighting ability; she doesn't need a wolf to take someone down... Whatever must have happened must be really bad for her to turn up after three years. The Princess pondered with pursed lips.

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy this latest chapter, let me know what you think :)

Libby xx

P.S. In the next chapter, Buchannan attempts to take vengeance... will he succeed?