Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 42 Expect The Unexpected

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

The tension was palpable as all eyes turned to me, the confusion and questioning in their gazes almost tangible. My father-in-law's furrowed brow spoke volumes, a silent demand for clarity in the midst of the chaos.

I was frozen, a statue amidst a storm of emotions and unanswered questions. The gravity of Lilith's declaration—her intent to kill me—hung heavily in the air. I was bewildered, struggling to piece together why anyone would want me dead. What had I done to provoke such animosity?

Silence stretched out, thick and suffocating. The only sound was the crackle of the forest around us, amplifying my growing sense of dread. My father-in-law's gaze shifted, and with a subtle nod to Octavius and Zachary, he signaled for them to restrain Lilith.

Despite her nakedness and the raw exposure, they acted with grim determination, their hands rough but efficient. Lilith's defiant gaze never wavered, even as she was roughly handled.

As they secured her, my mind spun with unanswered questions. The storm of my thoughts was only interrupted by the sight of Lilith's steady glare. Her presence, raw and unsettling, stirred something deep within me—a blend of fear, confusion, and a gnawing sense of injustice.

What had I done to earn such a deadly enmity? I searched for answers in the faces around me but found nothing but more questions and the ever-present weight of Lilith's unspoken threat.

Zachary Lawson P.O.V

Descending into the foreboding pack house basement, the air grew denser with every step. Lilith, the enigmatic SheWolf, was shackled in silver chains that drained her strength with every pained hiss she emitted. Octavius and I, having dressed quickly, joined our Alpha, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on all of us.

The basement's dim lighting barely illuminated the scene, casting long shadows on the cold stone walls. Lilith's defiance was palpable even in her weakened state, her wounds healing agonizingly slow under the oppressive grip of the silver restraints.

The Alpha's stern gaze bore into Lilith as he demanded answers. "So, which pack do you come from?" His voice was a low growl, barely concealing his impatience. Lilith's only response was a defiant glare, her focus clearly on enduring the searing pain.

"I asked you a question. I demand answers!" His anger flared, his words sharp and demanding. Lilith's hatred was evident in her growls and the intensity of her stare, but she remained silent.

A grudging respect formed in my chest for her tenacity. She wasn't breaking easily, holding firm in her resolve despite the severe pain.

The Alpha's nod to Octavius signaled a grim escalation. The chains tightened, forcing Lilith down to her knees. A bottle of aconite, its sapphire blue liquid shimmering with an eerie beauty, was brought out. The liquid dripped onto her wounds, intensifying her agony.

"Stop! Please!" Lilith's voice cracked, a desperate plea as the aconite burned her already tortured skin.

"Keep pouring until she surrenders," the Alpha ordered. Octavius hesitated, a flicker of empathy in his eyes, before following through. Lilith's scream pierced the air as the blue liquid exacerbated her pain.

"Stop! I'll tell you!" Lilith's surrender came through gasps of pain. Octavius, visibly torn, ceased his actions, revealing an unexpected gentleness.

Lilith, weakened and tearful, gave us a shocking revelation. "I-I came from no p-pack," she stammered, her eyes filling with tears.

The room fell into confused silence. No pack? How could someone exist so long without one? The concept was foreign and unsettling.

"If you came from no pack, why target Lucifer in the woods?" the Alpha's bewilderment was evident.