Demon Hunter (COMPLETE)

Chapter 38-Richard is Sent to a Decaying Orchard

*Rosie's P.O.V*

"Mmmm...mmm..."

"What is it, dear? Can you speak up? Oh wait, you can't," Emily mocked, and then sighed. "Don't worry your ugly little head though, I'll take that tape off...after all, I want to listen to your reaction when my husband transforms."

Transform? Transform into what?! A werewolf?!

Emily ripped the tape off harshly.

"OW!" I hissed.

I didn't stay in pain long however, because my eyes flickered to Riche.

He started morphing. His face became contorted as excessive amounts of fur started sprouting on his skin, and his clothing experienced a series of rips, but thankfully not to the point of nakedness.

After a few seconds, Richie, the human, was no more.

MY GOD.

I was stunned.

In front of me was a full fledged wolf.

Richie, the wolf, growled as drool leaked out of his deadly mouth.

Richie, the wolf...RICHIE, THE WOLF...

Oh my god, I can't believe I actually saw that happen, and that it wasn't just a crazy, vivid dream.

Artie was right!

I can't believe the ex-delusional fool turned out to be right. He wasn't bonkers at all.

"Arthur has a few minutes to come and if he doesn't, well let's just say bon appétit," Emily declared viciously. "Anything to say, victim?"

"Yeah, you're batshit crazy, and your husband is a sick fuck," I shot out, disgusted.

Emily merely laughed.

"Normally I'd take offense but since you're not going to be alive soon, I'll let it slide, you pathetic bitch," she grinned sadistically.

She then pet the top of Richie's head as if he was some obedient dog rather than her husband.

"I can't wait to see you tear her apart, Richard," Emily cooed at him. "My only regret is not bringing a snack to eat while I watch you do the deed. Popcorn would have been nice."

WHAT THE FUCK?!

SHE NEEDS HELP!

IF NOT HELP, THEN DEFINITELY DEATH!

"It'd be fun if I did a countdown," Emily mused, evidently amused at my hopeless situation. "I should start—"

BANG!

All of a sudden, Emily's speech got cut off as her body went limp. She then fell over, with half her body landing on top of the table, across from me.

Her eyes were lifeless as they stared into mine.

Richie began snarling.

He lunged in my direction, however before completing his jump to maul me, he started having a seizure mid-air and then crash landed right onto the patio floor below. His wolf body also went limp and he too fell over.

It all happened so fast that I didn't even see where the bullets came from, but I did hear a few loud noises, akin to gunshot sounds.

"Rosie?! Rosie, I'm here to save you!" Artie informed me, sprinting up to me and then beginning to untie the ropes.

A scowl formed on his face. "Damn, they're pretty tight."

"Artie, you were right!" I stated, relieved to see him. "Your dad was a fucking werewolf! A bloodthirsty monster!"