Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 36 Punish His Sins

Hunter Leto P.O.V

I stormed out of the washroom, the door slamming against the wall with a force that echoed my frustration. The splintering wood might have dented the wall, but I couldn't care less. All I cared about was finding my mate—my precious little mate.

The hotel elevator descended, and I could feel Lucifer, the other half of my soul, seething with disapproval. His objections were a dull roar in my mind, but I blocked him out. Let him experience what it's like to be ignored, to be powerless for once.

As I raced to the parking lot, my mind was singularly focused. I reached my car, unlocking it with a swift motion before sliding in behind the wheel. Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm not just a man. I'm a wolf—an Alpha wolf.

Can a wolf drive? If I were just a mindless beast, perhaps not. But I'm more than that. I age like a human, possess all the knowledge my human counterpart gathered, and now I exist in human form, with his memories, skills, and, most importantly, his rage. I've been watching, waiting, and now it's my turn.

I haven't had the luxury of proper wolf training, thanks to the unusual circumstances of my birth, but that doesn't make me weak. I carry the blood of an Alpha. Strength courses through my veins, physically and mentally. I should have been the leader, but life doesn't always play fair. Our mom wasn't the true mate of our dad, which came with its disadvantages—a lack of the training I should have had. But I am strong, and I will embrace my alpha nature, regardless.

I don't resent my half-brother for his place. He deserves it. But I wonder what life would have been like if things had been different. I would have loved to know him, to protect him as a big brother should. Maybe it's not too late to make things right. Or at least, that's what I tell myself.

"I still have time to fix that." I mused aloud.

Who cares? Lucifer's cynical voice broke through.

"I do, unlike you. I want a family—a real family. I want something more." I shot back.

One and a half hour later, after the internal struggle continued, Lucifer admitted, I don't want to be alone forever. I just wanted the love of a mother.

Sorrow settled over both of us like a heavy fog.

"She could have given us that, but you ruined her." I snarled, stepping out of the car and into the cold night air.

The woods stretched out before me, dark and silent, each path looking identical. My thoughts flashed to when Lucifer handed her back to her pack, wounded but alive. The memory gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. I had a mission.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the scents around me.

Rabbits.

My heart pounded, and I licked my lips, the wolf's hunger stirring.

No. Focus.

I ventured deeper into the woods, letting the other scents guide me.

Deer.

Birds.

Dead animals.

Wolf.

Wolf?

I snapped my head in that direction, and without a second thought, I took off running. With each breath, I sensed more wolves. The thudding of paws on muddy ground grew louder, and I realized they were running toward me, just as I was charging toward them.

I pushed myself harder, resisting the urge to shift into my wolf form. Shifting now would mean losing control to Lucifer, and I couldn't afford that. My clothes would be shredded, and I'd be left vulnerable.