His eyes glittered with subdued anger that bubbled just beneath the surface. My words were getting to him. For some reason he viewed my kind as the scum of the earth.
I found it hard to believe that just a few run-ins with rogues had skewed his opinion of werewolves. This hatred went deeper than that. Did all Keepers share this view?
"You are also born with a birthmark like we are," I said. There was a glimpse of surprise before it disappeared. It was the smallest of reactions but I didn't miss it. Why was that something he didn't know?
Curtis had found it when he had checked and assessed him for injuries.
"That means nothing," he insisted.
I looked at him thoughtfully. Our birthmarks matched us to our mates. Did it not work the same for them? Did they not also have a partner they were mated with forever? There were too many similarities to brush the marking off as nothing.
Unfortunately in the old stories Uncle Nate managed to find in some untouched dusty box in the attic that hadn't been opened in years, there hadn't been a lot of details about the Keepers.
It said they were Keepers of the law, although it didn't go into a lot of details about what laws they upheld. We believed in the balance of nature so it made some sense there were other supernatural creatures that had the ability to keep us under control.
"Do you have mates as well?" I ventured a question.
"We don't have mates, we're not like you. Companionship is not a need we have. There are more important things than that."
Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed Bay stiffen. It seemed out of place with the situation. I frowned slightly but directed my attention back to Flynn.
Later I would ask Bay why she was acting so strangely but at the moment I had to concentrate on getting the information I needed from Flynn.
Short and to the point, it gave an insight into the workings of the Keeper's mind. Maybe that was what set the Keepers apart from the werewolves. Finding our mate, the connection we made, was the most import part of a werewolf's existence. It ensured our happiness and the survival of our race.
Which led me to my next thought. If they didn't have mates, how did they ensure the continuance of the Keepers?
"I'm curious," I said, conversationally. "How do you reproduce?"
He rose up.
"Like everyone else. Except there are no emotional entanglements to deal with. We understand the importance of the responsibility we carry."
It seemed like such a lonely life. I couldn't imagine not wanting to find my mate and being with her. Perhaps it was the way we were brought up that had molded us into this.
They had probably been brought up being told that only their mission at keeping the law was what mattered. The more I learned, the more they sounded like some sort of cult with a military influence.
There was the briefest flicker of a look into Bay's direction from him before his gaze moved back to me.
Bay was beautiful. Her raven-dark hair was long and thick. The contrast of her pale blue eyes was what caught the attention of the guys. Was she too beautiful for even the Keeper to resist her?
It surprised me. I didn't like that protective feeling that burned in my chest when I gave Bay a glance. She deserved so much better than the raw deal she had been dealt, with parents who had no idea how to love her.
Bay, I said though the link.
She turned to face me.
I need you to go and check on the progress Curtis is making.
She didn't immediately obey my command. It was like a resistance that only lasted for a few seconds.
Okay, she said just before she left.
Crystal
"Does he scare you?" Harrison asked.
My eyes rested on Dean. I wasn't scared but I was unsure of how to answer his question. My eyes flickered to him anxiously.
