UNDENIABLY DESTINED

CHAPTER 31

With a chilling resolve, Aadaya wiped the blood from her face, her eyes ablaze with a feral intensity. The stench of violence hung heavy in the air, a testament to the brutality she had unleashed upon her enemies. Her hands, steady despite the chaos around her, swiftly reloaded her firearm with practised precision. Each movement was calculated, each action purposeful, as she prepared for the confrontation that awaited her.

In a burst of unyielding determination, she stormed towards the door at the end of the hallway, her footsteps echoing like war drums in the silence of the building. The gun in her hands was an extension of her will, an instrument of death that she wielded with lethal expertise. Her voice, sharp as a blade, sliced through the air as she commanded, "Hands up!"

In the dimly lit room beyond, the scene that met her eyes was a grotesque carnival of decadence and depravity. An ageing man, his face contorted with fear, lay amidst young girls, their eyes wide with terror, surprised by the stranger's entry in the midst there enjoyment. The room looked nicely furnished, shining with low-hanging lamps from the ceiling and colourful lights coming from the balcony overlooking the party outside.

Aadaya's gaze bore into the man, her eyes burning with a primal fury. The girls, caught in the clutches of this monstrous predator, cowered in the shadows of the room. With a silent gesture, Aadaya commanded their silence, her eyes promising both death and punishment for any wrong move.

She glanced towards the door, ensuring their cries hadn't alerted others to their presence. Convinced of their silence, she closed the door with a resounding thud, sealing them off from the outside world.

The man on the bed stammered incoherent pleas, his trembling hands seeking refuge behind the girls. "Let me go," he begged, his voice quivering with desperation. "I'll do anything, please..."

Aadaya advanced, her movements like a predator closing in on its prey. The man's feeble attempts at resistance were crushed beneath the weight of her determination. He reached for a weapon, a last-ditch effort to defy his fate.

In a blur of motion, Aadaya disarmed him, her strength and speed leaving him defenceless. She seized him by the collar, her grip unyielding, and pressed the muzzle of her gun against his forehead. Her voice, a low growl, reverberated with the intensity of her purpose. "Not so clever now, are you?" she hissed, her words laced with a savage satisfaction.

The man, once powerful and cruel, whimpered in abject terror. His eyes, wide with the realization of his impending doom, pleaded for mercy. But Aadaya was unrelenting. He was Soren Mafuraf, the architect of her pack's downfall. The desire for vengeance, a burning inferno within her, compelled her forward.

She wanted him to feel the same terror her pack had felt. The need for retribution, an all-consuming force, coursed through her veins. At that moment, Aadaya knew she would exact her revenge, no matter the cost.

Aadaya's eyes blazed with a fury that seemed to consume the very air around her. Controlling her rage with a vice-like grip, she struck Soren with a force that reverberated through the room. His cry mixed with the sickening crunch of a broken tooth, a testament to Aadaya's ruthless determination. His pleas were drowned in her relentless assault.

"WHERE IS HE?" Aadaya's voice thundered, the room itself seeming to shake in response. Each word was a whip crack, lashing out at Soren's trembling form. He gasped for breath, his eyes wide with terror, yet holding a dark, defiant spark.

"I don't know... I haven't seen him in 13 years," he stammered, his voice barely audible amid the chaos. "In the forests of Arizona, that's all I know."

Aadaya's grip tightened, her fingers digging into his skin. "Tell me everything," she commanded, her voice a growl that seemed to resonate from the depths of her soul.