Chapter Sixteen

                                    

                                          
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Word Count: 1908
                          
~Faye 
                          
"Who in the world is Tayten?" I question, fingers brushing over the words on the page. 
                          
Cal gently takes the book from my hand, placing it on his lap to look at. The book looks old, but preserved. My mind spins at all the possibilities this could lead to, however, my mind is stuck on what the book actually is. There are no words in the entire book aside from this one passage. 
                          
As if he could read my mind, Cal spoke. "I think this is used to communicate."
                          
"But with who? And why?" I ask, exasperated, as if Cal would magically have the answers to all my questions. 
                          
Cal exhales slowly, placing the book on the bed to stand up. As he begins to pace. Sweeping his hands back through his burnt wood coloured hair, I sit there, trying to process this. I shouldn't be surprised at all, considering how T has taken me by surprise at every second he has been here. If he wasn't on trial today, I would be terrified. 
                          
"We are going to find out this way," Cal mutter, folding the book back over to close it. "Whoever this is, they aren't coming until after the trial. He won't make it through, you know that, so we deal with T today, and this Tayten person tomorrow."
                          
"What if T is Tayten?" I ask absentmindedly. 
                          
For a moment, I swear I noticed Cal's jaw clench, before he shakes his head. Does he know T? Yes, of course he does, but both him and the Silent don't want to share their history together. I've been meaning to pin Cal down and question him. 
                          
"Just tell me who T really he is," I prompt softly, looking up at the pacing Huntsman. He pauses, turning to me to fold his arms over his chest. That serious expression he always wears seems to be more concealing than ever right now. 
                          
"I don't know," he tells me. "I don't know him at all."
                          
I frown. "Don't lie to me. I saw you two talking on the tape. You know him, and I don't, and as your Alpha, I would suggest you tell me if you would like to keep your job."
                          
Cal sits down beside me again, facing me completely. I don't know how much eye contact with him right now, but as he places his hand on my knee, squeezing slightly, I have no choice but to give him my full attention. His gaze alone seems convincing, but I refuse to believe it for a second. I watched the tapes myself. I saw the recognition in his eyes when they met T's.
                          
"That man in the cells, I've seen him before, yes, in my work. But in my work, I've seen plenty of Silent's. He double crossed me once upon a time, which is why I'm so glad he's here in your custody," he explains. 
                          
I narrow my eyes. Okay, slightly believable. 
                          
"He's nothing, he's no one. You shouldn't be afraid of him. That's how he gets his powers to manipulate you, to get you on his side," Cal continues, seeming desperate for my understanding at this point. His job is on the line. 
                          
"So you really don't know who he is," I say slowly, my eyes still narrowed. 
                          
"I swear, I don't," Cal continues, squeezing my leg even tighter. I watch his hand, before sighing softly. I believe Cal over T any day, considering the lies I know for a fact that T has told me. He is more manipulative than anyone I've ever met, and I know all the Alpha's in the Pack Quarter.