No Werewolves Allowed

Chapter eighteen

The room was absolutely revolting. It was dim, with only a couple light bulbs hanging on the ceiling. The room was empty, besides the few tables that were lined in the centre of the room, scattered with handheld weapons.

The girl's leg was bent in an abnormal direction as she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. She left a trail of blood wherever she moved as it poured out of a large gash on her stomach.

The knife gleamed in the dim lighting — it was definitely silver. Hunters wouldn't use anything less of it.

He walked towards her with heavy footsteps, saddling over her body. He caressed her face with the dagger, his mouth moving as she spoke to her. Whatever he said triggered more tears in the girl.

"No!" I kicked open the door with a foot just as the man plunged the dagger deep in her stomach. She let out an agonizing cry that sent chills racing up my spine before she grew limp.

His neck snapped in my direction and his sneer morphed into confusion — confusion that only lasted for a second — before his expression was morphed into one of rage. His lips curled into a snarl as he eyed me and slowly, he stood up from the floor.

I turned around, meeting fourteen puzzled and slightly fearful eyes of my team.

"This is what we trained for. Are you ready?" I stared at them with a stern expression, though my insides were also doing multiple somersaults.

Whether they were or not, they were still going to move with me. This what we we all signed up for. Slowly, they exchanged a couple glances before nodding.

The hunters that perched peacefully on their chairs shot up from their seats, their perplexed expressions meeting ours — though that only lasted for a moment before their lips twitched up in a bone chilling smirk.

I bolted as fast as I could towards the man that had ended the girl's life, in a swift motion, grabbing a fistful of his shirt in my hand. With all the strength that I could muster, I pulled him off his feet, his legs dangling helplessly a couple inches off the floor. His smug smile dissipated as a look of fear replaced it.

I narrowed my eyes at the man, tossing him on the ground like a rag doll. All around me, my team had transformed into their wolves as they charged towards the other hunters that were left in the room.

That was not part of the plan.

This was supposed to be a rescue mission.

But who else was there left to rescue anyways? Screw it all to hell.

"You killed an innocent girl." I growled as I threw a hard kicked to his face. He groaned, rolling over on the floor to face me as I the kneeled onto the ground with a knee. Before he could recover, I threw a punch to his face, earning a nauseating crack from his nose.

It dripped with blood when he glanced up at me, his eyes flaming with anger and indignation. He eyed me as I pulled a dagger out from my belt, twirling it between my fingers.

"This one is for her." I snarled. In a split second, I dug the knife into his stomach. His blood shot out from where the dagger impaled him, narrowly missing my face. He went limp almost immediately after letting out his last breath.

I gasped when I remembered the girl.

I leapt over to the her a couple meters away from where she was. She whimpered slightly, twitching as she laid in her own pool of blood.

With a shaky hand, I brushed her matted hair out of her eyes, bracing her neck on my hand. She heaved in tiny gasps as she gazed up at me with glassy eyes. She spoke but it came out as a gurgle, blood pouring out the corners of her mouth.

"It's alright, you're gonna be okay." I found myself saying even though my voice wavered, shakier than I'd ever heard it.

What was the point. She wasn't stupid. She knew she was going to die.

I wrapped my hand around hers, clutching it tightly. As Justin crashed down next to me, his expression contorted with agony and pain.

"Tiara." His voice broke as he gripped her other hand. His eyes rimmed with unshed tears as he stared down at her. I passed her over to him and he cradled her in his arms, pulling her closer towards him. "Please don't go,"

Tiara's eyes fluttered and my heart clenched. Once they closed, they would never open again. He let out a sob, pressing his face to her head.

" I-I love y-you." She whispered, so soft that it was barely audible. She let out one last breath before she fell limp in his arms, her hand falling to the floor. He clenched his eyes shut, stray tears rolling down his cheeks as he pressed a small kiss onto the square of her lips.

"I love you too." He murmured as he placed Tiara back onto the floor.

He swiped a hand over his nose, and then his palms over his cheeks to wipe away the tears as he stood back up.

I watched him, unintentionally seeming creepy. His face crinkled in agony, his eyes dark and broken.

It hit me at a hundred miles per hour. Tiara was Justin's mate.

"She was my best friend, and my mate." He explained to me, finally meeting my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling my own eyes burn as they clouded over. "I'm going to kill everyone in this fucking mansion."

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