All Chapters of Hunter and the Silent Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

***Greyson“What the fuck?” The words sat like stones in the hollow of my throat. That was not the man I killed weeks ago, slit from ear to ear, watching as a ribbon of red leached into a pool of thick warm blood. Fiona gave a guttural scream as her hands frantically tried to press life back into the wound. And I had smiled, smirked even, as I watched the light leave his eyes.I looked around. Archer poised to Fiona's left, glowing with absolute delight as the enemy pack crept slowly behind my warriors. Milo stood smug, eyebrows raised with that irritating face of his, Angus Crow. Angus, the leader of Gileon pack, glowered, arms crossed at his chest. The man had been waiting years for vengeance but could do nothing due to the pack truce. He knew I had killed his daughter yet couldn't prove it.Fuckers... all of them. Those that awaited my demise.But the monster in front of me. He was a distorted creation of the dead man I watched die with vengeful glee. Huge. Larger than the mortal h

***FionaThe cold embrace of the cellar floor woke me. A film of grime stuck to my cheek, clinging to stale tears. I must have been crying in my sleep again. Seemed fruitless. Those tears of mine that went unseen for years. This overwhelming sadness that I carried with me. Hopelessness was a constant friend here as I curled up alone on the concrete wearing only a thin beige slip, waiting for the inevitable. For whatever horrendous act Greyson had planned for me each day.No one was coming for me. No one here to save me.My body shook, teeth chittering against the bitter cold. Bruises, old and new, painted over my legs and torso with reminders of his petty torments. My knees buckled and I thought of the bastard’s etched words hidden inside my thighs. Goddess, when would this man be done with me?Just let me die and be done with it, a bitter thought danced in my mind.It was so cold tonight, more than the normal winter nights wallowing in the basement. I walked over to the small iron ba

***BeatriceA thin little thing walked in, frail, flushing at the cheeks as she stood, hand in hand with Julian. At least the color had returned to her pallor. She was quite beautiful without all of that dirt and grime stuck to her face. No more twigs and dirt caked in her hair. Curls no longer brown and filthy but instead shone the tint of honey and caramel.And those eyes... stunning. I could see why these men fought for her. Killed for her. But Julian, he was a good man. The better man and he deserved love. Her, too. I could see that now, watching the pair. He looked at her with such devotion. And her gaze, as they took in Julian's face, they held pure love and adornment for him."How..." she scribbled, hands shaking as her fingers touched the paper. "How is this possible? Me? Him..." She shot a pointed look to Julian.Yes, both of them should have still been six feet under, just soulless corpses decaying and rotting in my cemetery plot. I watched as each of them scratched and claw