Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 47 Jaw Of Death

Gabriel Zades P.O.V

I jolted awake, reaching out instinctively for Lilith's warmth, but my hands grasped only the empty space beside me. Panic surged through my veins as I realized she was gone.

Where could she have gone? How did I let her slip away so easily?

"Fuck!" I cursed, running a hand through my disheveled blonde hair, pulling at the strands in frustration.

There was only one person who might know where she was. Lucifer.

I bolted out of bed, not bothering to put on a shirt, and stormed out of the room, my mind racing. I reached Lucifer's door, my hand wrapping around the doorknob before I pushed it open with a force that sent it crashing into the wall. The loud bang startled Lucifer awake, and he shot up in bed, his eyes wide with confusion.

He stood up, concern and irritation blending in his expression as he tried to make sense of the situation. "What's wrong?" he asked, walking toward me slowly, his eyes narrowing as he took in my disheveled appearance.

I glanced around his room, searching for any sign of her. She wasn't there. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly overshadowed by a growing sense of dread. Where else could she be?

"Gabriel, what's wrong?" Lucifer repeated, his tone more urgent. He sniffed the air, and his face twisted in disgust. "Why do you smell like sex?"

I ignored his question, rolling my eyes in frustration as I turned away, ready to search the rest of the house. Before I could take a step, Lucifer grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back, slamming me against the wall with a hand around my throat.

"Answer me, dammit!" he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Before I could respond, screams echoed through the hallways, followed by the sound of pounding footsteps. The noise grew louder, chaos erupting outside the door.

"What the hell is going on?" I managed to choke out, my heart pounding in sync with the cacophony outside. The tension between us dissolved as we realized something far worse was happening. Lucifer released his grip, and we both turned our attention to the door, bracing ourselves for whatever awaited us on the other side.

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

I released my grip on Gabriel's neck, the tension between us momentarily forgotten as the sounds of chaos filled the air. We exchanged a quick glance, both realizing the gravity of the situation, and sprinted towards the front of the pack house to investigate.

I flung the door open with Gabriel close behind me, and the sight before us made my heart drop. Hunters, armed to the teeth with weapons designed to kill werewolves, were flooding into our territory. Their presence was an immediate and terrifying threat.

How had they found us?

I turned to Gabriel, my voice low and seething with anger. "What the fuck happened?"

His expression was a mix of shock and guilt, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Lilith... she escaped."

I cursed under my breath. This was no accident. She had led them here, betrayed us all.

Around us, the pack was already mobilizing. Wolves were pouring out of the house, preparing for battle. The alpha, my father, was at the forefront, rallying his warriors. But as I surveyed the scene, a cold realization settled over me—this was a battle we couldn't win. The hunters were too many, too well-prepared. They had the upper hand.

Gabriel seemed paralyzed, still reeling from the betrayal. I snapped at him, trying to break him out of his stupor. "Inform your alpha."

He stared at me, confused. "My alpha?"

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my frustration in check. "Your dad, Gabriel. Go!"

"Right." He nodded, but before he turned to leave, he hesitated, looking back at me. "He's your dad too."

I didn't respond, couldn't respond. The truth of that statement hung heavy in the air, but there was no time to dwell on it.

"Lucifer?" a soft voice called out, and I turned to see Valentine running towards me. Relief flooded through me as I pulled her into my arms, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Her scent, sweet and familiar, was a brief comfort amidst the chaos.

"What's h-happening?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I pulled back slightly, my eyes meeting hers. "The pack's under attack."

Her eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, the reality of the situation sinking in. "B-But h-how?"

"I don't know." I muttered, my mind racing. The dream, the vision—it was all coming true. "You need to be safe."

"No, I n-need to p-protect my p-pack," she argued, but there was no time for this. A gunshot rang out, and she flinched, fear flashing in her eyes.

"No, you need to be safe." I insisted, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up the stairs. She struggled against me, trying to free herself, but I was determined. I couldn't let anything happen to her.

I pushed her into her room, perhaps more harshly than I intended, and quickly locked the door from the outside. Her cries and desperate banging on the door tore at me, but I forced myself to walk away. I had to protect her, even if it meant locking her away from the fight.

As I descended the stairs, Gabriel met me at the bottom, now dressed and ready for battle. "It's time." he said, his voice grim.

I nodded, my mind racing. The wolves were gathering, preparing to face the hunters head-on. But this wasn't a fight we could win. "Gabriel, they can't win this war."

He looked at me, his face lined with worry. "We've no choice, it's either kill or be killed."

"So many men are gonna die. Are you ready for that?" I challenged him.

"This is all we know, fight is what we do best." he replied, though there was a note of uncertainty in his voice.

I knew the hunters' tactics, their weaknesses. If we had any chance of surviving, it would be through strategy, not brute force. But time was running out.

Valentine's dad, the alpha shouted orders, his voice carrying authority. "All werewolves, get in positions! Shift!"

The command was immediate. We transformed, our clothes shredding as our bodies morphed into our wolf forms. My black fur bristled as I took my place beside the others.

And then, a voice pierced the night, cold and mocking. "My, my." it sneered.

Kyle.

He stood at the front of the hunters, a cruel smirk on his face. The sight of him sent a wave of rage through me, and a low, deadly growl rumbled in my chest. This was the man who had orchestrated all of this, who had endangered Valentine and the pack. Today would be the last day he ever saw the light.

The battle was about to begin, and I would make sure it ended with his blood on my hands.