Page 62 of Hunted By Them


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“Now they can watch you die and actually know who you are.”

“More like they can watch me take our revenge for them.”

“You really are a naive little bitch,” Granny snarled. “We could have had so much together. You created a superior being, and then you were just going to let it all go.”

“You were just supposed to save your city and let it all go,” I reminded her. “You begged me on your knees at the altar, and I trusted you. I thought your brother was the snake. It wasn’t anything more than the rat you were playing with.”

“That man really did have his uses,” she admitted coyly. “That’s the funny thing about men. They’ll do anything just to get you to spread your legs for them. Do you know how many times I prayed to you before that night to save me from the wandering hands of my father? How many times I uttered your name in reverent prayer when he would sneak into my chambers and whisper my mother’s name as he took what belonged to me?”

I wished that I could say I did. I wish that I could honestly tell her I listened to every prayer and plea, but I hadn’t, because I had been too busy, probably frolicking around in my world, to care about human lives. It wasn’t until I created the shifters that I realized what an error that had been.

“No,” I admitted honestly. “I never heard your prayers or your pleas. I never bothered to listen because you weren’t my creation. You were the Moon God’s, and I thought, if he didn’t care about his creation, then why should I? Then I created the shifters, and I understood how selfish my brother was when he created you and then left you to fend for yourselves. I promised myself that I wouldn’t do the same.”

“You abandoned us,” she said through gritted teeth. “We were dying out, even back then, and you did nothing.”

“The shifters were dying out because I was trapped inside your body. I couldn’t renew the energy needed to keep them going. You have no one to blame but yourself and your selfish ways. You let hate grow in your heart for humans because you saw them as weak, like you were. They reminded you of what you were, and in some twisted way, you wanted to make sure that no shifters suffered like you had suffered as a human. But your methods were wrong.”

“Of course you would say that. Because you felt threatened.”

“I was never threatened by you,” I assured her. “But you should be threatened by them.” I nodded my head toward mytwo mates. She’d woken them, fed the vengeance inside them, and now they were free. Granny’s eyes widened as she backed away from the two men who towered over her. She’d been so busy trying to defend what she had done that she missed them slip from their weak chains. With knowledge came power.

Granny pushed her arm forward, palm open, and sent a zing of energy toward them. Wolf deflected it with ease, the energy sizzling out in midair.

“I have to thank you,Granny.” I mocked the name she’d given to me before. “Without the sacrifice, I would have remained buried in my own subconscious, clawing to get free. What you should have thought about was the consequence. A life for a life.”

Her mouth opened. Hunter struck, his claws raking across her throat.

The woman who had held me captive for thousands of years was dead before she hit the ground.

I barely gave her a second glance as I stepped over her body and into the arms of my mates. Even split in two, they crackled as one. When her brother had sacrificed himself for me as an infant, he’d set my mate’s soul free, but his power was too great to be held in one human form.

“Fenrir, you found me,” I whispered as they held me in their arms.

“Always, our little omega.”

“This is going to take some getting used to.”

Hunter nodded against my head. “We’ll work it out. But first, we have other business to take care of.” The pair leaned back to take me in.

Wolf snarled.

“Where the fuck are your clothes?”

I shrugged my shoulder and shot him a coy smile.

“Dude?” Hunter rolled his eyes. “You just now noticed she was naked? Where have you been?”

“Excuse me if I was a little busy trying to fucking get us out of those restraints,” Wolf taunted. “I was the one doing all the fucking work while you just hung there like a limp dick.”

Hunter gasped dramatically, hand to his chest. “My dick is not limp.”

My gaze dropped down to see his cock tenting in his bloodied jeans and quirked a brow. “Yep, definitely not limp.”

He smirked playfully, narrowing his eyes at Wolf. “See? Our mate doesn’t think I’m limp.”

“Our mate needs clothes,” he barked. “And to clean the blood off her fucking body. I won’t have her walking around like that when we get to the compound.”

“Where the fuck did that twerp put my fucking phone?” Hunter strode toward the large table in the middle of the room and rooted around for his phone. “Here it is.” He triumphantly pulled it from under his pack.

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