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...
"What? Who?" I asked immediately. Atticus ignored me and stalked off further into the forest.
I ran after him once I processed everything in my mind.
Who could it be? Is it my father? My mother?
He said a hunter, so it must be only one.
I hope it's not my father. And it shouldn't be Danny because it hasn't even been five days since my conversation with my father.
I caught up to Atticus, panting.
There was a group of men in a circle, and I heard groaning.
They're beating the crap out of the hunter, that's for sure.
I ran ahead of Atticus, even though my throat complained.
I moved the men aside and saw a very beaten up Danny on the floor.
"Danny?!"
His groans were my reply. A wolf lifted his leg up to kick Danny in the stomach.
"Stop!" I yelled. I threw myself in front of Danny, taking the kick for him.
I felt the air get kicked out of my lungs, and I immediately started seeing stars in my vision. I gulped for air, while laying down next to Danny.
He may be a hunter, but he is my best friend.
"What the f*ck is your problem?!" I heard Atticus yell.
I lifted up my head and saw Atticus pushing around the guy who kicked me.
"You waste of skin! How dare you kick your Luna?" Atticus roared.
I turned to Danny and smiled at him.
"Hey, Danny," I said.
"Vitani," he breathed out weakly.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, suddenly feeling the pain start to go away.
It must be my wolf healing me.
"I came to help you wolves out. I heard what happened, your father told headquarters. I realize that you obviously don't love me anymore, but I still love you, in a friendly way, and I want to help you," he said. I blinked at him.
"Can I trust you, Danny?"
"Of course! Why would you even ask that?" He asked, hurt flashing across his face.
"I know how loyal you are to my father," I whispered. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm loyal to your father, but that was the line," he said, drawing a line on the dirt. "And he definitely crossed it." He crossed his finger over the line he drew.
