Chapter 102

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Archer's mother was on the warpath; she was sick and tired of what she called "The Skanks" hanging around looking for Archer and August like bats hanging in a cave.
"Not one of those girls will ever have a chance. What happened to women being women? They act like spoiled, rotten, high-priced hookers."
Jessica Winchester and her mother were the worst. If she had refused to go to another party with those two in attendance, Instead, they turned themselves into crazy stalkers.
Everywhere that her boys went, they were always there with some excuse. They were also pushing away the other women in their world that might be considered. Doing nasty tricks, either to embarrass them or in more malicious ways.
Now she learned that Jessica was staying at the Waldorf, which was in the same general location as where Archer and August were hiding out for a while. She didn't know how that skank found where her sons were, but she was going to put an end to it.
She gave Ashton and Marnie a call and asked them if they would help her out. There was no way in hell that any of those women were going to trap their sons into marriage. She intended for them to find their true mates; nothing else would do.
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Selena wasn't happy with what her mutt had brought her for blood; the only requirement that it met was that it was human. The sacrifice was a supervisor at a warehouse. Not exactly a leader of men.
With an angry sigh, she chastised her mutt. 
"YOU ARE AN IDIOT; DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS?"
It whined in pain as she whipped it back into its cage. Once it was back in the cage, it shifted back into a man. 
"My lady, I told you that going to that area was a mistake. That was the only leader type I could find." 
"I did sniff out another, but it was just a lowly female. I couldn't find her though; there was another scent, but it was too faint to tell what it was."
"Let me get this straight mutt; first you brought me inferior blood, and now you tell me there is a possible witness?"
"I am going to have to have a look into your memories; perhaps I can find what your stupid brain cannot."
He backed away from the bars of his cage; what she was about to do was rape his mind. It was also extremely painful. He would have a migraine for two days afterward.
She moved her hand, and he started to move against his will. He had no control; he never did.
She touched his forehead with the palm of her hand, and instantly a blinding pain ensued. He could tell that images were flashing around, but the pain was too powerful; he couldn't concentrate on what she was looking for.
It felt like hours had gone by, but in truth, it was only minutes, and she was smiling at him. Something she saw in his memories made her happy.
He never liked when she smiled like that; it usually meant that some really bad sh*t was going to go down.
She looked at him with a sinister smile.
"I want you to remember that scent. Tomorrow night you are going on the hunt again; this time I want the blood of that girl."
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Rachel was exhausted when she got home; the whole ordeal made her weary, and her legs were still shaking. She wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower and go to bed.
She would deal with the memory in the morning. She went throughout the trailer, making sure that all the windows and the two doors were locked.
She got into the shower and just stood there, letting the water fall on her. The only thing she could think of was the man who took her to the shadows of the trees.
He was so handsome and tall. She was 5'8, and he had at least another foot on her. His hair was dirty, blond, and long. She didn't normally care for long hair, but on him, it made him hot.
She could pervy on the memories of him and his voice—oh god, his voice. The thought made her tingle all over. She wasn't going to linger on thoughts of Mr. Archer; it wasn't going to do her any good.
It wasn't like she was going to see him ever again; from the way he was dressed, he didn't exactly run in her circles.
With a sigh, she got out of the shower and got ready to go to bed. After she shut off the light in her room, she lay there in bed wide awake, and she started to feel uneasy. She looked over at the window and realized that the curtains were open.
This didn't usually bother her, but it did tonight. Something about that thing she saw made her paranoid. What would she do if it came here looking for her and instead found Anna?
She got up to close the curtains when she noticed a black truck slowly going down the street between the trailers. She couldn't make out the driver; there was too much reflection off the street lights.
She hid in the shadows till the truck had passed, and then quickly closed the curtains. She was jumping in her bed like a child who had just seen the boogeyman.
She put on her headphones and turned up her music; maybe some Enya would calm her down. She realized that there wasn't much hope of getting any sleep tonight.
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Archer drove his truck through the trailer park until he came across the old car that Rachel drove off in. He marked her address down on his phone.
He was a little out of his element here. It was not like a normal neighborhood where you could park your car down the street and watch.
This was a tight-knit kind of community; people were going to notice a strange vehicle a lot faster than normal. He wasn't sure how he was going to pull off watching her without her being aware of it.
Not to mention that it was all well lit up; there wasn't a dark shadow to hide in. He felt that this was not a typical trailer park. This was mostly older people and families.
He couldn't get her out of his thoughts; every time he remembered her scent, he had to adjust his pants. She was beautiful with her dark auburn hair and those big, light hazel eyes.
That was when Solis said...
"She is our mate."
It was a good thing that no one was behind him on the highway because he slammed on his brakes in surprise.
"Solis, did you say our mate?"
"You heard me the first time: Stop being a drama queen. She is our true mate."
This took Archer by surprise; it did make sense through his attraction to her. This complicates things a bit, though.
He wanted to turn around and head back to her trailer, knock on the door till she answered, and then make himself at home.
He decided that for tonight she was safe enough, mind linking August to see what he'd found. They decided to meet up at their place to compare the information.
First things first, he was going to find out everything he could about her. She wasn't going to go on a go on a getaway. 
He gave thought to the beast he witnessed killing that guy; she wouldn't have a chance against that. He was going to have to move fast. If that thing came for her, he was going to make sure that he was standing between her and it.

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Lurking in the shadows the watcher watched, he was invisible to this world; if he was seen at all, it was merely a fast-moving shadow out of the corner of the eye. 
He cared nothing for the world around him, other than his mission. He had been here in this dimension for a long time, since the female had made the deal with his master. It has been a pretty long and boring job till now.
That is why Master chose him—because he was patient.
His mission was to spy on the woman's actions for his master.  He was to wait and watch for the time that she would break the deal. He was on his way back to report on the new developments. The female is doing exactly as the master said she would. Sooner or later, it always goes this way: they get too greedy or confident, thinking that the master isn't going to do anything about it or that they can take on the devil. 
Time to go and tell the master that his plan is going well.
The master doesn't like it when his deals get broken. He loves it. The watcher snickered into the darkness. Before jumping into a dark portal, and with a snap of ozone, he was gone.