Page 34 of Expecting The Unexpected

CHAPTER 10

“What?” Hron asked.

“The Sorti. They’re the reason that damn group found us. It has to be them. It’s the only way that hate group could possibly know where all the Nakaka clutch houses are located,” Turq answered.

“You’re saying that Nakaka actually joined up with these... these haters?” Hron asked incredulously.

Petree whispered, “It makes sense, Hron. It was Nakaka that attacked our clutch, not humans, and not shifters. It was Nakaka that killed the people of my clutch. I think Krerr and Turq are on to something.”

“The thing is, I think they’re in it for an entirely different reason,” Spencer said, tapping at his keyboard, looking for something he’d read not too long ago.

“What do you mean, Spencer?” Hron asked.

“I think the Nakaka want to destroy the humans, and to do that they have to go against the gods’ decree. They have to break Nakaka law, that you were created to protect the humans, and no harm shall come to them. In order to do anything about that law, they would have to take out those that made the laws in the first place,” Spencer answered.

Hron nodded. “And to do that, it would mean taking out the ancients and those they have taught... those we learned from as children.”

“Yes. I think they went in search of the ancestors of two hundred years ago and found them. I think they somehow got these people to work with them to take out the ancients and the families, but somehow believe they can destroy the humans and shifters that want to continue the war where it left off, and then go after their own form of revenge,” Spencer stated.

“So, you’re saying that two hate groups joined together to take us out for good?” Hron said in surprise.

With a lift of his shoulder, Spencer said, “It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“But, as my Viata says, it was the Nakaka that attacked this clutch house,” Hron stated.

Nodding, Spencer replied, “I think Chantal’s attack on this clutch house was a rush thing. Something he did on his own. I don’t think the Sorti ordered it. The man was a power hungry fucktard. He saw an opportunity and took it. It’s why no one helped him when you guys came in and took over.”

“So, how do you think the hateful humans fit into this?” Groth asked.

Spencer shrugged, “I’m not really sure. They could be the ones behind the computers. Aum wasn’t bad on a computer, but I don’t think he was nearly as good at working the keys for what they had to do, in order to figure out where clutch houses were and where the ancients could be found. It would require a lot of planning, strategizing, and legwork as well as knowhow on what to do with all the data brought in.”

“Where are we with those damn flash drives?” Hron snapped at Throg.

Throg licked his lips and started to speak, “Uh we...”

Spencer stopped Throg’s stumbling around. Spencer hadn’t been very communicative on what he had been up to. It had just been too hard to work with a mate that refused you, and Spencer had thought it completely unfair of Hron to ask that of him, or Throg. “I found a couple of encrypted e-mails and we have Chad working a theory.”

Hron turned to Spencer, “Chad? The shifter that brought us here?”

“Yes. I finally got through Chantal’s computer, and found some people he was chatting up along with his e-mails. I thought Chad might be able to check around a little bit, and we might get lucky, and while he’s doing that it would give me an opportunity to crack the encryption. I would have told you sooner, but I hadn’t had an opportunity,” Spencer answered, without looking at Throg.

“You shouldn’t have had Chad go anywhere alone. I don’t like it. He could get hurt. We don’t know who to trust, Spencer. Where is he?” Hron asked firmly.

Spencer clicked a few keys on his computer keyboard then looked up nervously. He had told Chad he shouldn’t go alone, but the damn raven shifter had refused to wait. Ever since he had been kidnapped along with Spencer and the others, the man had made it his personal mission in life to take out the people responsible. “He went to the Pendleton clutch house.”

Hron turned to Groth, “Isn’t that where Ancients Dralol and Sterr are holding up?”

Nodding, Groth answered, “Yes, Caliph.”

Turning to Throg, Hron asked, “Who are their guards?”

“Kona and Valig,” Throg answered, without hesitation.

Hron pursed his lips. “I want them notified of Chad’s—”

“I don’t think anyone should be notified or Chad’s presence, Hron,” Turq said, before Hron could finish.

Hron turned to the gem brother, asking, “Why not?”