Abraxas”Why did you really want to come?” I query.”Maddie is my responsibility.” She keeps her eyes on the road ahead”No, she isn’t. She is a woman that came to you in the hopes of getting out of a shitty arrangement, that doesn’t mean you owe her anything.””You may think that, but I don’t.” She pauses. “I don’t want people to be loyal to me just because of my title. That’s not true loyalty.””You continuously surprise me Neah Kitson.””Dane will do anything for his Wolves. I want to do the same for the Lycans. I lived in a lie for so long before I met him. I was brought up watching Trey and Cassandra run a pack and I will never be anything like them. Dane has taught me alot.” “Looks like you are finally finding your feet.” From the corner of my eye, I see her smile. She just wanted confirmation that she was doing the right thing.I stop the car to do another check and Neah grabs hold of my arm. “I know this place.”There is a dim light coming from a nearby house. A dirty Porsche sits on the drive, the grass in the garden is as tall as my knees. If it weren’t for the small light, I would have said the house was abandoned.”This is Blair’s house.” She mutters”You’ve been here?””No. When they were holding Mallory hostage, this is the house number she gave me. Why would Blair return here after what Samara told us?” She scowls and her knuckles are white as she clenches the door handle. “Surely it would be too risky?” “Stay here, I will go and check it out.””No.” She pushes the car door open and hurries towards the house. I quickly follow and her hand pauses before she knocks on the door. I see her sniff the air, checking that we are alone and she pounds her fist against the door, making the people on the other side scream.I had to hold in a laugh. You don’t tend to hear Wolves or Lycans scream from being startled. It’s hilarious. Though they weren’t really Lycans anymore. This is going to be fun.I hear Samara trying to whisper on the other side of the door. Something that doesn’t get past my ears. “Who would know we are here?”An answer is followed by Blair. A voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. “No one! No one saw us come in. Do you think he found us?””I don’t think he is the type of guy to knock!”Neah looks at me, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but don’t kill her. I need answers.””She killed my family.” I mutter coldly. It was the only reason I wanted to find them. To get some answers and then put lair down for good.”So this is why you wanted to come here? To get your revenge?””You saw what happened to Dorothy. She also killed my mate, my parents and my unborn child.””And if you kill them, you will probably never see Maddie again!” Neah knocks again. “It’s Neah, I know you are in there.”Blair rips open the door, her brown eyes hover on Neah before moving to me. She takes a step back, shaking her head as she pulls her jacket around her. “You brought the Hunter to my door?””You seem scared.” I mutter with a wink and Samara appears, pulling Blair back, taking her place on the threshold.”It’s in the past. She can’t change what she did.” Samara mutters. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ƒindNoᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.”Her time will come.” I reply and Neah elbows me in the side.
“She’s had everything stripped from her.” Samara defends”How?” Neah asks”I told you, I don’t know. He drugs us with something, or maybe it’s done after he drugs us. You lose track of time.” “Right,” Neah mutters. “We have reason to believe that he was already in the pack.””So why are you here?” Samara asks, as she continues to guard the entrance. She had no plans to let us inside”One of the female Lycans is missing.” Neah tells her”If he already has her, you are too late. She won’t be a Lycan anymore. Because that is what he does. He punishes us by taking away our abilities. We don’t heal, we can’t even smell you. And you can forget about us even considering the idea of shifting, it’s gone. All of it.” She screws her face up. “We are Human.””Prove it.” I dare.She turns around, “Pass me that knife.”My hand moves to my gun as Blair hands over a knife. Samara swipes it down through her palm with a whimper. She squeezes her hand into a fist until blood drips out the bottom. When she opens her hand to show us, the wound is still bleeding, no signs of it healing. “You can stare at it all day,” Samara shrugs her shoulders. “When it stops bleeding, it will scab up and then take a good couple of weeks to heal and I will be left with a scar.”