The strokes.
Lacing and overlapping each other. Two symbols that were used for the design. Alpha and Omega. Resembling an ancient symbol.
The Triquetra.
While other people might not recognize it instantly, it was impossible not to be noticed by someone who had drowned himself deep enough in this old unsolvable case.
'Smart.' Derek thought sullenly.
The strokes were similar in color as the dark handle of the dagger. They simply acted as decorations to those who didn't know, but Derek knew it was more than that. Instead of yelling out loud like 'Hey! Looks like we are on the same side!', they could merely flash their signature dagger and the other would get the hint.
The golden-eyed Alpha was still holding the dagger by it's blade, letting his sweethea-- cough!-- Lynn take a look at it closely. He was watching the variety of expressions on the younger Alpha's face. When he frowned and finally contorted, Derek knew it right away.
