The Hunt

Chapter Nine

The only thing that I knew about Declan was that he was a heavy drinker. I doubted the years had changed anything, especially when it was very hard for werewolves to get drunk. Maybe that would be something I could use to my advantage.

I watched Dean approach and decided I needed to have a little fight before we went back to his house. I needed to let off some steam, and he was getting closer. When he was within range, I leapt and landed right on top of him, pinning him to the ground before he pushed me off and was right on me again.

Lexi's point of view

The next few days after the girl's body had been found, were uneventful. I had the files of the other two girls memorized and was coming up with theories as I watched the sun rise. 

Mason was long gone by now. He was adamant about searching every inch of the forest for a trace of their scents. They couldn't hide it. They were around here someplace; they just needed to be found. 

I could feel Mason's frustration grow as the days went on. He needed a break in this case. We all needed a break, no one wanted to face the consequences of a break in the case though. Enough girls have died because of this. 

I could hear Dean's truck that the guys had left in. I got up from the couch and went towards the sound. Mason had been gone most of the day and I missed him. The mating bond made me want to be close to him at all times, no matter how clingy and desperate that made me sound.

I was not happy with what I saw. Mason and Alpha Dean were scraped up, bleeding and bruised, and smiling.

The two smiling wolves were followed into the house by two other wolves that I didn't know. Mason paused when he came into the house and saw me, arms folded over my chest and glaring right at him. His smile faltered for a moment before I felt him reaching through our bonds. I tried to deny him access, but I couldn't, which made him smirk at me.

The three wolves paid no attention to me as they walked past Mason and up to freshen up. It was well past dinnertime.

"We were only fighting each other, it was just a little fun," he defended himself as came closer.

"That would've been a good opportunity for you to get ambushed."

Mason shook his head. "I doubt it. There was no one around, I would've known."

"That's not the point. You're all scratched up and hurt. What if that compromises you?"

Mason scooped me up and over his shoulder before I could even react. He smacked my rear hard and carried me up the stairs. "You're irresistible when you're all worried Lex. You can't get me riled up after I've had a good fight."

I scoffed and tried to escape from his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. "That's not what I was doing. You're not supposed to come back to me beat up."

He chuckled and shouldered our door open before throwing me down onto the bed.

"You're a mess."

Mason shrugged and crushed his lips onto mine.

"The door's open," I barely managed to get my lips away from his with the force he was using.

He groaned before getting up to shut the door and returning to me, all much faster than anything human. It was nice to see Mason not so wound up. It wasn't often that he got stressed out, but when he did, he was closed off. Even though he was practically attacking me with his love, I was happy to see his mood had improved.

Before getting onto the bed again, he made sure that there was no clothing left to get in his way.