#srt chapter eight

"What do you want?" Scott's voice was low, calm; he didn't want an outburst; not here. If this alpha wanted Scott, it would be a different time, a different place, that they would fight. 

"Well I want you to join my pack, Scott. It's as simple as that," the man folded a stick in his left hand, gliding it to his right and handing it to the girl.

"How do you know my name?" Scott kept his voice as steady as possible, not wanting to raise his heart beat. He couldn't sort through the anger or the confusion inside of  himself.

The man shrugged "I've been finding out lots about you lately, that's all- but how rude of you, not asking for my own name..." the man smirked "but that's alright. It's Deucalion."

The girl beside him leaned over, speaking something quietly in his ear; something about the time was all Scott could understand while he wasn't fully focused.

"Well it was nice to meet you, but I really have to get going. Be seeing you soon." Deucalion took his folded stick from the brunette in one hand and her arm in the other, meeting the identical boys at the door.

"stay here!" Scott spent just a few seconds in shock before looking at Lydia and jumping up from the table to run after them. "Wait!" he yelled, his feet resting on the rocks outside of the bar. "What do you want with me?" Scott took a leap of faith on the next part "if you're a pack of alpha's- why do you want me?" his heart raced for the answer, scared of what it would be.