NOVPUBSitting in the car, Aila waited, her knee bouncing as she scanned the street before her. Cassius didn’t say anything besides telling Davian to park there. He mentioned they’d tracked Clint down, but where was he? The red specks in her eyes danced and glowed dangerously, and her claws ripped into the leather of her seat.
"Who is Clint?" Harry questioned, peering at Aila, who didn’t even look his way. Instead, her features darkened, and a snarl escaped her lips. 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
"A soon-to-be-dead man," she snapped. "Where is he, Cass?"
Travelling for so long and then waiting for Clint to show up was painful. Anxiety, fear and.. the lust for his blood coiled dangerously in her stomach.
Cassius chuckled darkly. "Oh, he will be here. Patience, little wolf.. Don’t go killing him in one go.." He scooted closer from the front seat. "Don’t forget what he did. Your parents..
you.."
He was fuelling her desire for vengeance, and though she knew it was some sort of manipulation, a move on his invisible chessboard, Aila didn’t care. She didn’t care because she needed this. Oh, she needed it so much; her blood boiled with it, her chest burned, and her eyes ablaze.
That vile creature shouldn’t roam the earth any longer.
A car stopped in front of the building across from them, and a cruel, wicked smile curved Aila’s lips. "Oh, I’ll take pleasure in taking my time with him." With that, Aila left the car and crossed the street, ignoring the oncoming traffic, glaring at any who honked their horns at her.
Her gaze snapped to the back of Clint’s head, and her lips pulled back, the points of her fangs on show as she moved swiftly. Without flinching, she snapped the first guard’s head in her hands with a loud crunch and punched her fist through the other’s chest. If they worked for Clint, they were everyone’s enemy.
Aila put the code into the device, though she could really punch her way through the doors. It was easy. But she didn’t want Clint alerted yet. No, not yet; Aila wanted him to feel comfortable, mighty in this fortress, with a false sense of security for a bit longer. Besides, she had more class than that.
Malia scoffed at her thoughts as Aila dropped two beating hearts from hunters’ chests. "So classy," her wolf snickered. Aila marched towards the elevator and waited inside as Harry, Davian and Cassius stepped inside.
The soft elevator music calmed the hyperactive beating of her heart, and she swallowed against the blood lust pumping through her veins.
Aila continued to glare ahead, her mind racing with her childhood memories, her parent’s death that fuelled these flames licking at her skin. Without looking at her and with a small grin on his lips, Cassius handed Aila a handkerchief. She wiped her hands clean of the other’s blood but knew they wouldn’t stay clean for long.
DING!
The doors opened, and Aila stepped through, feeling the thrill of a hunt ripple through her. They stepped out of the elevator and faced at least thirty hunters, all dressed in suits, but they couldn’t hide the guns and blades attached to their bodies. This looked like the Hunters Association headquarters.
Desks with computers revealing maps, surveillance, hit lists, and walls with photos of different creatures, names, types, locations, and numbers ranging between 1 to 10. At the far side was a top ten most wanted list, and Gabriel, Aila and Damon were all fighting for the top three spots.
A type of ’Hellhound’ with a silhouette and a question mark over the picture was at number four, the only details being a petite she-wolf.
Aila flicked her gaze back to the room, holding her hand out to stop the others from moving. Waiting for the hunters to notice their entrance, all for dramatic effect, of course. Aila shared a glance with Cassius after she felt pride and humour in the bond. He applauded her for thinking and acting like the huntress she really was.
"Wait, who are…" A hunter stopped, his eyes widened, and he dropped the papers he had been carrying. Aila relaxed her hands at the sight of the man pulling his gun out from its holster. She pointed her chin at him, and Davian had him pinned to the ground.
The commotion caused the others to look up from their screens, stop their discussions, put their hands on phones or look at the wall full of creatures they needed to hunt.
In the space of two heartbeats, all eyes were on them before chaos ensued. Hunters reached for their weapons, and the four of them dispersed. Blood splattered on the windows, screams sounded across the floor, and the squeaking of shoes against polished and now bloodied floors echoed down the hallways. Aila lapped it up, enjoying the sounds of death. But she hadn’t had her fill yet.
Ripping a woman’s throat out, Aila dropped her to the ground, remaining in a crouch; she scanned through the bloodied mess. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry losing control and taking down four at once in his beast form. On the other side, Davian used a hunter’s gun, shooting straight in the middle of their heads.
Then she saw Cassius, who smiled down at a man as he stepped on his leg, breaking his bone, while another fell away from his bloodied grip.
Cassius met Aila’s eyes, sharing a moment of cruelty together. Aila was losing herself to the thumping of her heart, wanting this chaos, wanting bloodshed, wanting her vengeance on all of these evil beings. Even if she became evil in the process, and Cassius approved in delight. But then a bullet pierced him in the eye and he fell to the ground.
Aila froze for a single heartbeat. The sound of the gun ricocheted across the room, and Aila looked in the direction it came from. There with a handgun still aimed ahead, was Clint, his face impassive as he took in the chaos of the room.
A hiss escaped Aila’s lips, and she slid beneath a table before Clint could see her. She skidded across the floor and swiped her leg out, taking Clint down by his ankles. He collapsed and instantly swung the gun towards her, his free hand grabbing a stake. That was until he made the mistake of hesitating upon seeing Aila bent over him.
She took advantage of it and broke the gun in two before slamming the palm of her hand under his nose. The bone crunched underneath the force of her hand, and blood squirted out. Gleefully, Aila broke his wrist and threw the stake through the window, causing it to shatter to the pavement below.
Leaning close to the hunter, she smiled, watching his blood trickle from his nose.
"Hello, Clint."
