Bound by Fate

Leo sighed as he stretched getting out of the driver’s side of the four-door truck he had driven into Hellfire Pack territory. Thane’s half-brother braced himself for the routine inspection, dreading what they would find inside. “What do you think we’ll find this time?” He asked Thane, his alpha, as he got out of the truck's passenger side. “More drugs?”. “Let’s hope that’s all we find,” Thane growls. Thane hoped desperately that drugs were all they would find this time, but something in his gut told him otherwise. His eyes hardened, and his expression turned grim as he and Leo, followed by Mac, one of his gamma warriors, walked up the front stairs of the Hellfire pack house. Thane knocked, loudly, ready to break the door down if needed, but within a few minutes, one of Lennon’s lower-level thugs opened the door, a sneer on his lips and anger in his eyes. “Alpha’s upstairs,” The lackey growled by way of greeting before turning to show the way, not bothering to wait for them to follow. Thane took one step into the house and froze. Something was wrong, very wrong, but he couldn’t yet place what it was. The family home that Hellfire used as their pack house had always been dark, dingy, and quiet. Far too quiet for even a pack of twenty. As he neared the stairs to go up to the bedroom that served as Lennon’s office, a faint scent caught his nostrils. His head snapped to the side, eyes narrowing. It smelled of blood and something else, something enticing but also…wrong… Lennon's lackey growled from the stairs as Leo gave him a curious look, not yet mind-linking to find out what had gotten Thane’s attention, but close. Thane gave his head a small shake to let Leo know not to worry as they mounted the stairs. The inside of Lennon’s office smelled of dust and old cigarettes. Lennon himself sat at a cheap Ikea desk, two folding chairs in front of it. The pack was impoverished, exactly, but they weren’t rich either, especially after the tithes they had, and had to pay Thane for their past transgressions. Thane didn’t even bother to sit down. He simply glared at Lennon, his amber eyes glaring at the greasy-haired alpha of the Hellfire Pack. “You know why I’m here, Lennon. Let’s get this over with,” He growled. Lennon had already risen before Thane entered, glaring at him with hate-filled dark eyes. “Fine,” he snarled before leading the way out of the office and into the main level of the pack house. Thane was about to follow when he stiffened in the hallway. The smell of blood had increased. “We’ll start up here,” he said, his tone making no room for argument.