Page 155 of Fated to the Hunters
“There is no need to apologise.”
She sniffled for a while before she gathered her bearings. “I don’t know what that was about. It was so good.”
“You were just overstimulated. It’s okay.”
He helped her pull her pants back up, then made sure they were both tucked in before turning off the light. He soothed her to sleep with gentle kisses and touches, hoping that he made her feel just an ounce of what she meant to him.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Ezra
With the daylight fading, Ezra let his pendant find Scarlett. She hadn’t left the house in two days and though he knew it meant she was safe, it worried him.
Mateo watched beside him as the star locked onto the coordinates of the cabin. “Maybe it’s raining or something.”
Ezra grunted and as if anything would change, he repeated the motion for what felt like the billionth time. “At least she has enough food.”
“She knows she can call us if anything were to happen.”
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “She’s not selfish enough to call us.”
Mateo laughed. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. She supports us and I think she’s being very brave in doing so.”
He knew Mateo was right, but it also felt wrong having left her to her own devices. After seeking her out one last time, he packed up the map and made himself comfortable. The night was dry and the weather graced them with warm temperatures, so they hadn’t bothered getting out the tent.
Vince had begun his hike to the ridge opposite the lycans hide out, so it was just the two of them. They would wait for Vince to give them the green light, then take those bastards down the moment they returned from their hunt. Vince would have their backs, raining silver bullets on them from out of sight—and reach.
As he’d promised Scarlett, he’d handed over one of his luck potions to Mateo for when the time came. For now, though, they tried to get as close to the lycans as they could without alerting them to their presence. Though he was excited for the kill, he had to admit he hated these kinds of hunts the most. He felt dirty and the prospect of having to drag his prey back ate him up from within.
Staring up at the stars, Ezra tried to focus his mind on the thrill of the kill and the delicious pain a good fight would bring. He sank the blade of his knife deep into his thigh, and drifted off to sleep—until he was rudely awoken by a punch to his ribs. With a frustrated grunt, he swung, but only sliced through empty air. Mateo knew better, and had jumped out of his reach.
“It’s time,” Mateo said, returning to his phone call—presumably Vince. “How many?” A pause as Vince answered. “Good, we’ll approach from the east.”
Ezra shot to his feet. They’d been hiding out close to a week, waiting for the opportunity to strike, not to mention the strenuous hike up beforehand. He rushed to unpack his weapons, securing them to his body.
Mateo ended the call and stuffed his phone into his backpack. “Five of them headed west. If we are lucky that’s all of them out of hiding.”
“Let’s welcome them home with silver rain.”
Mateo laughed, his excitement vibrating through their bond. Now all they had to do was get to the cliff side before the beasts returned. It was an arduous hike, probably the main reasonthe lycans had chosen that location. It didn’t help that they didn’t quite know the territory but once they got closer, Vince’s presence alerted them that they were on the right track. They barely talked, preserving their strength for the unknown laying ahead of them.
Closer to the location, they discarded all non-essentials for the kill, but not before eating as much as they could and heading out to investigate the terrain. The forest extended all the way to the edge of the cliff with trees growing over the edge of it. It was rather impressive.
“Hide in the trees and camp it out?” Mateo suggested.
“If they don’t smell us from a mile away. It’s their home after all.”
“But you’re good with the idea?”
He nodded and searched for the path that the lycans had trampled into the dirt over the years. “We don’t want them disappearing down there.” His gaze lifted up over the trees covering the path. “Maybe silver dust will do.”
Mateo pulled out the phone, dialling Vince’s number. “Can you see us? Good. We need you to keep them from going back to their caves. Is this where they came out earlier?”
While Mateo spoke to Vince, Ezra fished through his arsenal to find the silver dust grenades. He searched the trees, finding the one that had the thickest branches stretching across the path and climbed the trunk. He made sure the limbs connected with the detonator before going back to stand next to Mateo.
“Did you have fun, little monkey?”
“If it wasn’t for Scarlett, I would feed you to them as bait.”
