Sam growled and shook his head as he walked up next to Jin.
“Well, I guess we go too,” Jin said as she bit her bottom lip. There was no telling what was waiting for them. She took a step downward, with Sam at her side. After only a few steps, she was blanketed by darkness.
The smell in the room beat against Freja’s face. A couple of the wolves with her whimpered and shook their heads. She immediately pulled cloth over her face. Damn witches. She looked over the hazy room for a moment. Then, with ungodly speed, she jumped to each corner of the room and gathered several bagged items, throwing them outside.
She brushed her hands together, clearing off any remnants of the incense, and looked at her pack of wolves. “The scent will clear soon.” A frown formed over her lips. The witches had not entered the house with them. Were they waiting to see if they needed their help, or was there something else to it?
I can’t reach Winston or Hunter,Adam said through their mindlink in a startled voice.
Freja looked around the room. “They must have made barriers throughout the house. One thing is certain … they were expecting us.” She hadn’t expected these dirty games the witches played. It wasn’t her style. Go straight for the kill. That’s who she was. Yes … that's exactly who she was.
Freja looked around the room. They were in a kitchen that led to a large dining hall. Beyond that was a door that was cracked open halfway. She closed her eyes and searched for the energy in the room. There were three semi-strong energies waiting for them. Upper-class witches. The room was obviously a trap for the werewolves. But … she wasn’t just a werewolf. She was so much more. She quickly created a plan of attack.
They’re waiting for us in the next room,Freja said to her pack of wolves.I must not keep them waiting. That would be … rude.A crimson smile spread across Freja's lips. She didn’t wait for the wolves. She was the demon huntress, on a mission to kill. In a blur, she dashed forward and into the room where the three witches were waiting.
She didn’t hesitate. The moment she entered the room, she’d already made her decision. One. Two. Three.
Slice. Stab. Slice.
Blood splattered over Freja’s face, and as the wolves arrived, just a second behind Freja, three bodies fell to the floor.
She looked down at the dead bodies and clicked her tongue. “Some people should really learn their limits when it comes to hosting a party.” A smile rose over her face and she rolled her shoulders back. “On to the next room.”
The wolves stood there, frozen, looking at the dead bodies. How did she kill them so fast? They were right behind her. Adam watched as the blood continued to spill on the floor from the lifeless corpses. Inwardly, he was smiling. When he’d had towork in groups for projects, he’d always pick the team where he didn’t have to do a lot of the work. He would take naps while the other people did all the research and presentations. Then he got full credit for their hard work. Looks like he got paired with a good group once again. Lucky!
“Well, you coming?” Freja smirked back at Adam, who wagged his tail in response.
Freja was in her element, and her pack members were in awe of her lethal skills. She didn’t know it, but they were on cloud nine. They followed proudly behind Freja, knowing they had the most badass luna in the world.
The door slammed shut as soon as Chasen walked through, the sounds of growls and paws scraping the door echoing behind him, but the wolves were not able to break through. The door had been fortified with magic. Chasen looked into the new room and noticed several silhouettes in the shadows.
“Well, what do we have here?” one of the voices hissed.
Three witches walked up from the dark corner they were standing in and came into the light.
“I haven’t seen a werebear in quite some time,” a witch with blonde hair and ivory skin said with a sadistic smile.
Chasen growled at the woman. He could feel some sort of pressure holding him in place. He kept his eyes on the women, who were gloating in their capture.
“What’s the matter, big, scary bear. Can’t you move?” A woman with brown-gray hair snickered with a smirk on her face.
Chasen let out a low grunt as he began to feel like his body was being whipped by a lead pipe. Whip after whip, all while the strong pressure continued to pull him down.
“Aww. Poor fella. He won’t be able to last too much longer.” A woman with black hair pointed her finger at Chasen and twirled it around, increasing the whipping.
“Drazelle, quit playing with him already. We still have those mutts in the other room to deal with.” The blonde woman sneered at Chasen.
“Yeah, and the self-proclaimed Werewolf King to kill. They better not have started torturing him without us,” Drazelle said, impatiently.
The three women were relaxed at this moment, not afraid of Chasen at all. In fact, they had completely underestimated him. Stupid witches. He wasn’t just a werebear. He was a guardian. They’d made a fatal mistake. Chasen had waited to see the extent of their power and strength, and it seemed as though that was it. Pffft. Parlor tricks. Chasen straightened up and took a strong step forward.
The three witches looked at him in fear. “He-he moved.”
“How was he able to move?” Drazelle said, a quiver in her voice.
Chasen snarled as he took another step toward the witches. He maybe could have let it go if it was just about injuring him. Hell, he could have given them leniency even over wanting to injure the rest of the pack. But they had lit a fire inside of him. They had talked about killing Hunter. They wanted to see him tortured and killed. That was the moment Chasen knew what he was going to do. There was no forgiveness when it came to Hunter. None. He took a couple powerful steps closer and glared at the three witches. They were no match for a guardian. He lifted his front paws in the air and stomped down forcefully with an ear-shattering roar, creating a powerful surge that knocked the women down, stunning them.
Chasen quickly swiped his claws over each of the witches, splattering their blood throughout the room. He didn’t evenblink at killing them, focused only on the fact that they wanted to kill Hunter.
