Vitani is a part of one of the most feared Hunter families. She's not known for destroying packs on her own, she does that with her family. In fact, she's never been on a mission alone. She's known for being one of the most heartless hunters. As a s...
Amy was Atticus' mother. I have to admit that for her age, she looked beautiful. She was forty three and she looked like she was thirty.
It was the same thing with Emiliano, Atticus' father. The man was forty seven and he looked like he was thirty as well. It was unfair how Atticus and his family looked like they all belonged on the cover of a magazine. They could all be models if they wanted.
"They tried to hurt my mate."
"She is no mate of yours!" Emiliano yelled out. I winced at that.
"I'm standing right here, sir, and let me just say that I am armed right now." I said casually, taking out my silver blade from my back pocket and inspecting it. He growled at me, but didn't move and inch.
"Emiliano, please. Calm down," Amy said gently, placing her palm on his chest. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His blood red eyes turned a light green once he opened his eyes and he looked over at me.
"I don't care whether you're armed or not, I will hurt you." He calmly replied.
I felt a bit of panic, but I kept calm and thought of something quickly to say.
"Sir, your head will be lying on the floor, detached from your body before you can even finish reaching me," I replied, eyeing him up and down. He snarled at me and took a step forward.
Amy looked at me with a face that made me want to hide in a cave and never come out.
"I don't care who the hell you are, you will not threaten my mate," she said, her voice going down an octave. Her hazel eyes, which I noticed had been passed down to Atticus, turned a bloody red as well.
Why does Atticus' wolf have blue eyes and their wolves have red eyes?
"I don't care who you are, I will threaten your mate when ever I feel like it. And if I feel like it, I'll even kill him," I snapped.
"No one tells me what to do, mutt." I added, pointing my blade at her. Atticus growled and got in between Amy and I.
"Enough," he barked out. I scoffed.
"I didn't start all this bullsh*t. Your parents suddenly decided to gang up on me, so I defended myself," I said, rolling my eyes. He sighed.
"Enough. You two, stop insulting my mate. And you, put your thing away," he pointed at my blade.
"Don't call it an it. It's a blade," I said, stroking the blade and looking up and his parents through my lashes.
Amy looked like she was just about ready to rip her hair out and eat it while Emiliano looking like he would shred me to pieces any second.
Good!
"Stop, Vitani. Put it away before you hurt yourself." Atticus spoke.
"Hurt myself?" I exclaimed with a laugh.
He nodded and gave me a look.
"The only thing that I'll be hurting here is your parents. Not myself," I replied. He sighed and took the blade from my hands, careful not to touch the silver.
"Hey! Give it back!" I reached up and tried to grab it, but he held it over his head. I jumped and jumped, but he was too tall. By this time, his parents had scoffed, rolled their eyes, and left us alone.
"Fine, then. Don't blame me for your pain," I warned.
Even though I'll be the cause of it...
"What pa-?" He scoffed, but didn't get to finish because I lifted my knee up to where junior was. His eyes widened and his left hand reached for his jewels, but his right hand stayed up in the air. I climbed on his back and reached for the blade, taking it out of his grip and climbing down again.
Atticus groaned and fell to the floor, his right hand flying down at the speed of lightning to grab himself.
He moaned once again, and I resisted the urge to cover my ears from the noise that just so happened to turn me on.
I bent down and lifted up his head, meeting his eyes.
"I'm sorry, but don't take my weapons away from me unless I give you permission to," I said. He nodded instantly, moaning in pain again.
I leaned into his ear, so that only he could hear what I was about to say.
"And I'd stop moaning if I were you," I said, trying not to laugh.
"You're turning me on," I finished, flicking my tongue out and licking his ear. I quickly moved away and stared at his reaction, holding a hand over my mouth to keep myself from bursting out in laughter.
His hazel eyes turned a glowing yellow rather than an electric blue.
What's up with all these different bunch of eye colors?
