Mate to the Dragon Prince

Chapter Thirteen

"Is that-" I was about to ask a question, but the pain that shot through my leg, cut my words off with a scream. Tears invaded, stinging my eyes, but I held them back.

A strangled gasp escaped my lips as I looked up at Austin, who was throwing away the arrow that was once pierced through my flesh, "You little, son of a-"

"You're welcome." He rolled his eyes, before an arrogant smirk decorated his lips.

"Who gave you permission-?"

But once again, I was cut off and I felt a twitch of an angry spark at the disrespect he gave me, "I was helping. It could have been poisoned." He said, narrowing his eyes on the weapon he had discarded.

"I'll sue you, if you just caused more damage." I threatened him, well knowing if he wanted to, he can rip me apart with whatever supernatural strength he possessed.

He stared at me for a second or two, perhaps wondering if I actually just threatened him, "You've a lot of fighting spirit, I'll give you that." He muttered, before reaching his bloodied hand towards me.

I immediately jerked away, "What are you doing?!" I snapped.

"Helping you up. What does it look like?" His eyes mere twitched, I knew well enough he was starting to get annoyed with my snaps and threats.

"I can help myself. I don't need your bloodied hands, "I muttered, trying to slowly stand up, while not applying too much pressure on my wounded leg. I struggled, almost toppling over here and there, and the snickers from Austin didn't help, "You're not helping." I muttered without thinking,

"I thought you said you didn't need my help." He smirked.

"I don't!" I immediately snapped, balancing myself against the tree behind me once again, might as well be called my favourite tree now.

"Uh, where's Tristan?" I suddenly found myself asking.

"Your Toothless is fighting the leader of these Hunters." Austin replied, keeping his eyes ahead ready to rip apart any shooters that came this way.

"Hunters?" I frowned.

"Those shooters." Another voice came from the side. I turned to see Alec, "We call them Hunters now." He said, as he approached me, his hands bloodied just like Austin's were. I cringed at the sight, almost making me gag. In all my life, I don't think I've ever seen so much blood.

Looking down at my leg, I sighed, promising myself I'll sue everyone responsible for this.

I sighed, shaking my head, too many thoughts invaded my head, swirling into a headache, and on top of that my company is probably suffering under questions and speculations, thrown at them from the media. Jackson, of course, would definitely take advantage of the situation, and do everything in his power to grasp my company.

Jackson had planned it perfectly, first the car accident, and since that failed, he took the gala as his next big opportunity to get rid of me. Perhaps, that was my reason to think Tristan was the Russian hitman he had hired.

I shivered, thinking if Jackson knew about the fires I had created. Cameron had seen it, he had seen the very flames that roared into life from within me. Had he told anyone? Did anyone believe him?

"How many have we lost?" Alec asked Austin, a lingering line of worry laced in his voice.

Austin sighed before answering, "Twelve, I think.. mostly the flightless ones."

Alec closed his eyes, and I wondered if he was praying for the lives lost..

"Did you see him?" Austin asked.