As the teenager walked away from the council room, unable to evesdrop at all, he decided to go have a snack in the cafeteria.
The conversation he had with the vampire piked his curiosity. He found the Luna to be very beautiful and, although he didn't worry at all about her wellbeing, because she wasn't his age, he wondered if somehow this situation would affect his family and the opportunity that his father had to become Alpha.
Then he thought about what the late Alpha's son had done to her. How interesting, I kind of want to snoop around a bit and see if I can see any clues as to what happened.
He looked behind him at the closed door. Probably this conversation wouldn't last too long, he would have to hurry if he wanted to check it out without getting caught.
He quickened his pace and made his way to the Luna's apartment. Then, reaching out his hand for the door handle, he looked around to make sure no one saw him and slipped inside.
The apartment was familiar to him. The Alpha had lived here with his family for many years until his wife had disappeared. Linus told everyone that she had died in childbirth. They had only had one child, the only singleton of all of Linus' children was Lachlan.
The familiar space had also changed since the last time he had been there; all of Linus and Sundance's belongings were gone. Now baby food jars sat unopened on the countertop. And new things had appeared, like a collage of pictures of Lachlan that now hung on the wall. The walls had also been painted a different color.
Candles with new scents warmed the room, even though they weren't lit he could smell them. They added a sweet feminine charm to the space.
On a table beside the couch was a picture of Sirius kissing Saoirse on her cheek. She seemed very happy as if Sirius' face stubble tickled her a bit. "Bluh." He said when he saw this. "What does she even see in that guy anyways? Even I would make a better guy for her, even if she's a bit old."
She had the appearance of her mid twenties. He studied her happy face. Then he looked at her neckline, which was a little low, but not enough to see anything, and looked at her figure which was leaning against Sirius. If only he could see her cleavage, that would be nice. He blushed a bit. If only he could have that curvy body leaning on him like that.
This woman wasn't just beautiful, it made sense to him that king Alastor of the vampires would kidnap her, who wouldn't if they had that kind of power?
He wanted to know what she smelled like. He went to the bedroom and opened it, only to find a blanket on the floor and a crib. This room must be Lachlan's.
He went to another room and it was some sort of study. It seemed like a bunch of junk to him. He shut the door.
The third bedroom, that had to be hers. As he opened the door, the scent of a woman wolf filled his nose. And then the smell of puke. "Uh! What kind of nasty…" he said holding his nose. He made his way to the bathroom and saw the vomit still in the toilet. "Nasty, at least flush the toilet guys!"
He flushed it and closed the lid.
Then he noticed Saoirse's clothing on the floor. A sly smile crossed his face. Nobody would notice if I take her clothes….its not like nobody else wouldn't do the same thing if they could. All of the other werewolves were very enfatuated with the Luna, this would be an opportunity that maybe he could sell her undies to one of his friends for a large amount of cash.
He laughed to himself a bit at his luck and then reached down to pick the bundle up, but his palm scratched against something and a shard of pain shot through him. "Ah!!!!" He exclaimed, grabbing at his hand that had a gash in it. Blood dripped on the floor, it felt like he had been cut with glass. "What the heck?" He wrapped his hand in gauze from underneath the cabinet where Linus had always kept a first aid kit. As soon as the bleeding stopped, he removed it and the spot had healed.
He wiped up his blood with some toilet paper and threw it in the trash can. Then he had second thoughts that maybe somebody would notice he had been here, so he flushed it down the toilet instead.
Now, being more careful, he reached for the bundle of clothes. Now, removing each article individually with his fingertips to reveal what had cut him, he gasped in shock.
What is this doing here? What even is it? It was a large obsidian egg, maybe about 10 inches long and 5 inches wide. Black scales covered it, each one like an arrowhead. It reminded him of a pinecone.
Whoever laid that egg would have died doing it. It must be a fake one made of stone then. Linus' wife had been an artist, perhaps this had been left behind. He picked it up. What was it doing in the bathroom anyways?
"Well little thing, looks like you're coming with me too; I bet I could sell Sundance's artwork for a lot on the internet. Humans pay a lot for this kind of stuff."