The Hunt

Chapter Twenty

A/N: This is the last chapter! Thank you for reading!

Lexi's point of view

As a wolf, I could feel the strength of our bond. I knew the direction he was in and I knew that wherever he was, he was in pain.  

That didn't settle well with me. I felt possessive rage fill me. No one was allowed to hurt my mate.  

I didn't wait for the rest of them. Mason needed help and I wasn't going to sit around and wait for the others. I would do what I had to for him.  

I knew he was miles away from me but that didn't deter me. I sprinted as fast as I could. I could hear the pack slowly starting to catch up with me, so I didn't slow down.  

I ran in a straight line towards where I felt him. Our bond grew stronger as I got closer; it was harder for him to block me out as I gained on him.  

It was a double edged sword: I knew where he was, but I knew that because he couldn't maintain his mental block, he was seriously hurt. That fed my need to get to him.  

I ran until I came upon a house. I could hear only one person moving in it.  

Emerson would know I was there, and that the pack was close. I hadn't tried to sneak up on the place. He was probably amidst the change, readying himself for the fury of the pack.  

He could ready himself all he wanted, his throat would be torn out today. He cost us all so much.

He cost families their children.  

He cost those girls their lives.  

He cost the pack their safety.  

He cost Mason and me our child.  

As I listened, the rest of the pack showed up. The alpha didn't stop his stride; he barreled through the door like a battering ram. Two wolves were through the door before I could get there. When I put my foot through the door, the room exploded. I flew back from the force. The heat didn't register until I was already on the ground.  

My ears rang and my legs shook as I tried stand up. The explosion wasn't big enough to take out the house, but it had startled Mason. I felt his worry before I felt his relief. He thought I had been caught in the explosion.  

Where did he get a bomb?! My wolf's thoughts mirrored mine.

There would a couple of casualties. There had been three wolves, including the alpha, in that house when it had exploded.  

I led them here. I felt guilty for a moment before it was tucked away by my wolf. There wasn't time for guilt when we were here for Mason. It wasn't my fault that Emerson had a bomb. No one had that kind of information on him.

I managed to get to my feet and go into the house. I needed to go through it carefully. There could be more. The house wasn't really on fire. It was charred up and smoking, but the fires were small enough not to be my main concern.  

Two wolves were dead. Chunks of flesh and limbs littered through the room. The alpha was down, but breathing. He had a hole in his shoulder, but since he was still breathing, he would probably be fine.  

The other wolves didn't come inside, fearing another explosion. They would be feeling their pack mate's deaths. They wouldn't be feeling much from their alpha either, which probably made them fearful the most.  

I crept through the scorched hallway and through the open door. Mason was chained to a reinforced wall to keep him from escaping. He was sitting on his ankles looking completely exhausted but unwilling to pass out. I felt my heart race at the sight of my stubborn man.