The Werewolf Assassin's Daughter

Chapter 8

 A/N: So... I brought back Mai's POV for this chapter, and it's a bit longer than it usually is.  I don't really have much to say, because it's getting late here, and I almost forgot to post this chapter.  Be grateful!! JK.

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Mai’s POV

“What are you doing here?!” I hissed at him.

I saw his face turn a little pale, when he turned around to look at me. “Mai…” he murmured.

“Rikiya…” I replied solemnly.

I knew that I could no longer be with this man.  If my pack knew that he killed shifters for a living, they would kill him.  Rikiya was Akuma’s real name, the name that only I knew.  Even Amaya did not know his true name.

You’re supposed to be mad at him, you idiot, my wolf growled.

Oh yeah… I muttered.

“How did you know I was here?” I hissed at him, forcing my expression to be anger.

He shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. “Ein told me.”

“WHAT?” I snapped; now I really was angry, “I told him– with an Alpha command– not to tell you where I was!  There’s no possible way that he could ignore that order!”

Shifting on his feet again, he replied, “Technically he only told me where your pack was, not you specifically.  And how could you use an Alpha command on Ein?  I thought he was–”

“Ein is only half-shifter; his father was in our pack.  His mother ran away with him when he was just a few months old.  When Ein was in his late teens, a corrupted shifter killed his mother, saying that ‘she deserved it for mating with a shifter.’  Ein killed him– the shifter who killed his mother– and then he joined a group of shifter hunters, working in the field until he got tired of it.  Then he worked as a contact, specifically finding only corrupt shifters to kill.”

“Oh,” he muttered under his breath.

“And that little asshole found a loophole around my order,” I growled.

“Calm down, Lassie.”

I glared at him; he knew I hated that nickname.  But it served its purpose– his words were meant to take my anger away from Ein, and it worked.  But now I was pissed at him.

“What was that?” I snapped, pretending I had not heard him.

“Oh, nothing,” he replied sarcastically.

“Anata wa watashi shiri-tsūdearu.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear.     (A/N: Anata wa watashi shiri-tsūdearu = you are a pain in my ass)

He chuckled at my insult, but he did not reply.  I glared at him.

“Why are you here, Akuma?”

“Going back to day one, are we?  What ever happened to using my real name?  The name that only you know.” I felt a slight pang of guilt, but I brushed it aside. “And you know why I am here, Mai.”