Chapter 0279


    Abraxas


    “She adores him.” Neah tells me. I could see that myself. Dorothy wasn’t old enough to use her


    Hunter abilities, to her, she may have seen the man who saved her, but to me, he is a ticking time


    bomb and I don’t want her anywhere near that.


    “Would you let your boys near someone you deemed unsafe? I saw the way you looked at Dane


    when he stood between me and the Rogue. Two squirming babies in his arms. He put them directly


    in the line of danger.”


    “Obviously I wasn’t happy.”


    “You still held it together.”


    She frowns at me. But it is a frown born of confusion, not anger. If it were anger, she would have


    that little crease that formed between her brows earlier. Something that surprised me considering I


    had pointed a gun at her. Even Mallory had acted like she had been jabbed with a taser.


    “I’m sorry she did that to you.”


    An apology was thest thing I expected. She was a little more unpredictable than I first thought.


    Maybe she was what all the Lycans needed. Maybe she could be the one to keep them all in line.


    “It’s not your ce to apologise. As much as you look like her, you were not the one to slit my


    family''s throats while they were sleeping. You were not the one who took my baby girl and handed


    her off to fucking humans.”


    She nods, her eyes flicking to Blondie in the distance. She gives him a tiny shake of the head.


    “You knew he was watching, didn’t you?” She asks me quietly.


    “Yep. He’s not the only one. Two back there, hiding in the trees. An older woman is watching me


    from her bedroom window. The couple down there who are acting like they are on their phones.


    Plus a few others.”


    She stares at me with wide eyes as I smile, “I wouldn’t be a sessful Hunter if I’m unable to tell


    where the threats are.” I muse


    “Are you part Witch?”


    “Fuck no.” Why did they always jump to that? It’s not magic. It''s a gift that has been built and


    developed through generations of Hunters. We came preloaded with information and anything we


    learned got passed on to the next.


    She nods and a small smile appears on her face. Her soul glows brighter too. She turns from me. “I


    need to go and check on something.”


    I watch her walk away. She is an odd thing. So different from other Lycans. Powerful too but only if


    her Lycan doesn’t ruin it for her.


    “Come on then, Blondie, let''s hear it. You’ve been watching me for thest hour.” He had been


    moving closer even after Neah had told him no "Seen anything exciting?"


    “You really think you are something special, don’t you?”


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    “Nah,” I brush past him and give him a wink. “I know I am.”


    I duck before his fist hits me, easily swaying out of the way of the following punches. They always


    went for the punch first, and always to the face. Why is it that pack Wolves have be so


    predictable? I yawn as he throws another fist in the direction of my face, only this time when I duck,


    he identally hits his mate in the centre of her forehead.


    He should really pay more attention of his surroundings


    Her feet end up higher than her head as she’s knocked through the air. Her brown eyes wide with


    shock by the sudden impact. Her body crashes onto the ground with a painful crack of something


    breaking.


    “Mal, Mal. Talk to me, are you okay?” Eric drops to his knees by her. Flustered that he had hurt his


    own mate.


    She groans as the bruise on her forehead quickly appears before it starts to heal and I watch her


    leg snap back into ce.


    “You made me hit my fucking mate!” Eric growls, getting back to his feet, leaving his mate to groan


    on the grass.


    “Can’t say I would hit a woman. But then again, it wasn’t me that clonked her in the forehead, was


    it?”


    He growls at me.


    “Maybe you need to use your eyes and ears a bit more, Blondie. Take notice of what is going on


    around you. M aybe tell her it''s not such a good idea to stand right behind people, you never know


    what mighte flying your way.”


    “Wanker!” He snaps at me as he sits Mallory up.


    I shrug my shoulders, I had been called a lot worse, especially by those at the end of my gun.


    Was it my intention for him to hit her? No. Did I enjoy it? Maybe a little.


    “Go tell your leader.” I muse. “I didn’ty a hand on either of you, so it sounds like a you problem.” I


    spit on the grass and turn to the packhouse. I had missed years with my baby girl, I wasn’t about to


    miss anymore.