Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 28 Run

Valentine Winters P.O.V

The cold, muddy ground pressed against my knees as the hunters held me in place. Salt and pepper, along with the smirking Kyle, stood before me, reveling in their perceived triumph.

"Back from the dead, mutt?" Salt and pepper sneered, his disdain dripping from every word.

"She has a hard time staying dead," Kyle added, crossing his arms with arrogant satisfaction.

The monstrous leader knelt down to meet my eyes, a wicked glint in his gaze. "This time, I'll make sure you stay dead."

"Why do you despise my species so much?" I questioned, devoid of emotion.

"Silence!" he roared, pressing his forefinger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

His response to my question was as predictable as it was venomous. "Werewolves should cease to exist; they are fraught with danger to humans."

"Humans are already destroying themselves with machines, diseases, and wars they create," I retorted, my voice steady and honest. "All we seek is peace."

I couldn't help but express my frustration at the shortsightedness of humans. Their wars, their destruction – all carried out without considering the long-term consequences. My words hung in the air, challenging their narrow perspective.

"In a quarter of every race, war is typical. Everyone seeks peace and prosperity. Diseases were caused by animals; viruses. Werewolves could slaughter five of them in less than a minute. You're a weak female," he declared, dismissing my strength and resilience.

But I refused to accept their labels. I wasn't weak, and I certainly wasn't going to allow them to define me that way.

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I kept chanting inside my head, devising a plan to navigate my way out of this dire situation. "Such a shame," the monstrous leader added, his disdainful tone slicing through the air.

I lowered my head, focusing on the muddy ground, determined to maintain my composure. However, my concentration was abruptly broken when he yanked on my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"Over my dead body, you'll get him, bitch," he snarled, his grip on my hair unrelenting.

Despite the pain, I remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. That's when Lucifer's voice cut through the tension.

"You're revolting. Why did he fall for you?" the leader rambled, seemingly agitated.

"I have my reasons." Lucifer's unexpected defense caught me off guard. I shifted my gaze towards him, my eyes widening in surprise. Was he standing up for me?

Now torn between conflicting emotions, it became challenging for me and my wolf to fully comprehend the situation. Was he genuinely defending me, or was there an ulterior motive?

"Leave her, Father. You won't be seeing us," Lucifer declared, hinting at a departure together.

Leave with me? For me?

The leader's response was filled with resentment. "I raised you for 17 years, and this is how you thank me?" he snarled, his anger reverberating in the air.

The unfolding drama left me in suspense, unsure of what would transpire next.

Lucifer Argent P.O.V

Lucifer's unexpected revelation sent a shockwave through the tense atmosphere. I raised an eyebrow, processing the information. "You're not my biological father, are you?" I questioned, a glint of defiance in my eyes.

His expression shifted from flabbergasted to defensive. "I did raise you like my own; this bitch separated us," he asserted, his resentment palpable. His grip tightened on my hair, eliciting a hiss of pain from me.

"Don't hurt her," Lucifer commanded, asserting his authority.

"I'm not your son. You abused me. You made me brawl until my knuckles bled when I was just ten years old. Yet, you want me to thank you?" Lucifer questioned, his voice resonating with a mix of anger and bitterness.

The leader released my hair and stormed towards Lucifer, his frustration boiling over. In an instant, he slapped Lucifer across the face. The sound echoed through, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

"Remember, I kept your stomach full, and your body clothed," he sneered, justifying his actions.

"You destroyed my childhood. You made me become this monster," Lucifer declared, pointing towards himself, a living embodiment of the pain he endured.

The leader groaned in annoyance, clenching his fists in response to Lucifer's accusations. "She made you into this!" he retorted, his anger escalating.

In a swift motion, he took out a gun and aimed it straight at my head. A surge of fear rushed through me, and Lucifer's growling command broke the impending silence. "Run!" he ordered; his eyes locked onto mine.

Valentine Winters P.O.V

Two hunters that were holding me let go of my arms.

I didn't know what was going on and they pushed me behind them in a protective stance.

I swiftly transfigured into my white wolf, wincing a bit from the pain for not being able to transform regularly; ready to fled.

"Ah ah ah." I heard.

My eyes widened when I saw that Kyle has his gun pointed towards Lucifers head.

"Take a step, dearie, and a bullet drives straight into his head," he threatened, the gun unwavering in his hands.

"Don't listen to him, run!" Lucifer ordered.

My wolf whimpered.

I looked back towards my freedom before looking back at him.

What should I do ?

"I said go!" Lucifer's growl reached me, urging me to prioritize my safety over his.

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