On hold

Chapter 13

Amalyns pov

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I followed my parents into the house before turning round and locking the door, leaning on it so the friction of my shoes on the wooden floor was the only thing stopping me from falling.

Momentarily enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, I thought back to the meal with Blake, after I had tipped the pink goo into his shampoo I had crept back downstairs and slipped back into the dinning room just in time for dessert. Why did things have to be so difficult between us? I could barely remember why I was still fighting the bond, all I knew was that if I didn't then he would become my life. I would become a pathetic wolf who was ruled by her mate. My wolf whined in denial and I shut her up with an annoyed growl.

I remembered the shampoo, and chuckled, at least I could get some amusement out of him. I was busy daydreaming up various scenarios, all of which contained a certain shade of luminous pink, before I was pulled back to reality by a low growl.

My head snapped up towards the sound; my eyes narrowing, before quickly realising it was my parents. Their eyes were drowned in black and their mouths pulled up into vicious snarls. I looked at them in shock before surveying the hall way for threats, on high alert now. Finding none I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and pushing up off the door, I slipped into a defensive crouch.

I felt something niggling at the back of my mind but I blocked it out, focussing on the scenario at hand.

Their gaze slipped behind me and my blood ran cold, slowly I turned around, my heart pumping blood around my body so fast I could hear it. I felt the air leave my lungs as I stared at the glass panel in the door, stumbling away from it I looked towards my parents for reassurance, but their eyes were frozen, focussing unwaveringly on the door.

Through the mottled glass pane in the door, you could just about make out the face of a man, a dark mask shielding the top half of his face from view. I blinked quickly, thinking he would disappear, but when I reopened my eyes the only thing that has changed was that his face was now being stretched to accommodate an eerily wide grin.

I quickly sniffed the air trying to catch his scent, something to identify him by, but I couldn't smell a thing. He had no identity, no species. How was that possible?

Hunter, my wolf growled out, I felt my teeth lengthen and sharpen as I slowly backed away from the door, I could feel my wolf yearning for dominance but I pushed her away, I couldn't loose control now, I needed to be precise, accurate. Top of the game.

The door handle jerked rapidly and I veered away from it startled. The door was straining against the weight of the man now as he rammed against it again and again. Blood rushed in my ears and I felt a bead of sweat trickle between my shoulder blades. I stood my ground, now in line with my parents at the back of the hall way. I tried to mind link the pack but confusion and fear was making it hard for me to concentrate and I quickly gave up, not wanting my defences to be down when he crashed through the door.

My dad tried to pull me behind him but I refused, I was just as strong as them now. Adrenalin rushed down my spine readying me for battle- there was three of us and only one of him, there was no way he could win. How he got past the defence line Blake so obviously took pride in I don't know but I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind focussing on the more prominent issue at hand.

A normal human wouldn't be able to even scratch the wood on the door but hunters have augmented strength and reflexes making them better suited to fulfil their duty, which in case you haven't figured is to hunt us, and currently the door was splintering like a lolly pop stick under his relentless ramming.