Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 48 The Blood Of Argent

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I pounded on the wooden door until my fists ached, my heart racing with a mix of anger and fear. How could Lucifer do this to me? I was supposed to be the future Luna of this pack, and yet here I was, locked away, useless. I was meant to be out there, standing beside them, protecting my family, my pack.

Frustration boiled over as I twisted the doorknob again, knowing it was futile. I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the door, and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. Hot, bitter tears of helplessness. Outside, my dad, my mom, and my mate were fighting for their lives while I was trapped here, powerless to help them. The thought of losing any one of them was unbearable, and it tore at my heart.

I cried until my breath came in ragged gasps, but as the minutes ticked by, something inside me shifted. No, I couldn't stay here, crying and waiting for news that might never come. I had to get out. I had to be there for them.

I wiped my tears away, determined not to waste another moment. I stood up, scanning the room for any way out. Then it hit me—the window. How had I not thought of it sooner? I rushed over, pushing it open as wide as it would go. Below, the ground didn't seem too far away. Just the second floor—how bad could the fall be?

I hesitated for only a second before steeling myself. I couldn't sit this one out. This was my pack, my family, and I needed to be there with them, fighting alongside them.

Taking a deep breath, I backed up a few steps, preparing myself. "Okay, Valentine, it's now or never." I whispered, and then I ran, leaping out of the window.

Midway through the fall, I shifted into my white wolf form, hazel-brown eyes scanning the ground as I tumbled through the air. I landed hard, rolling through the mud and crashing into a tree with a painful thud. A groan escaped me as I struggled to stand on all fours, my body aching from the impact.

But there was no time to dwell on the pain. I shook off the dizziness and ran, sprinting toward the sounds of the battle. The scent of blood and fear filled the air, and my heart pounded in my chest as I neared the front lines.

I wouldn't let them fight alone. Not today.

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

The tension was thick in the air as Kyle yanked Lilith forward, his grip on her wrist so tight it made her wince. "Ever wonder how I found you mongrels?" he sneered, chuckling darkly as our growls echoed in response to his insult. His finger jabbed toward Lilith, and he added, "This little puppy helped us find you."

Gabriel's growl grew more ferocious, his canines bared, but when Kyle finished his sentence, Gabriel's fury faltered. The betrayal in his eyes was unmistakable as he locked eyes with Lilith, who was shaking her head, tears streaming down her face.

I knew she was trouble from the start.

As I shifted my gaze, I noticed my non-biological father standing behind Kyle, his expression stern and unreadable as he took in the scene.

Kyle's smirk widened as he surveyed the pack. "Well, first things first, where's our dearly beloved Lucifer?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, and the words made my skin crawl.

No one moved. Silence stretched out, the only sound the low growls rumbling in our chests.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Are we seriously going to play this game?" he asked, amusement in his tone.

Then, as if on cue, my non-biological father and a few other members of the pack dragged a white-colored, half-conscious wolf into the open. The wolf struggled weakly, its movements sluggish, as if it had been drugged.

I felt a flicker of anger and confusion. Did Kyle really think this would anger me? But something about that wolf stirred my instincts. The wolf inside me was growling, pushing to the surface, desperate to be unleashed.

Kyle's voice cut through my thoughts. "If you don't show yourself, this dog is going to die."

The white wolf whimpered, and then its hazel eyes met mine. The connection was instant, a jolt of recognition that sent shockwaves through my system. My sapphire blue eyes locked with hers, and in that moment, I knew—it was Valentine.

The realization hit me like a freight train. How did she escape? I had locked her away, hidden her from this chaos. They must have drugged her to get her here. Fury and fear tangled together, burning through my veins.

I couldn't let this happen.

With a low, menacing growl, I stepped forward, my body vibrating with rage.

Kyle's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Question answered." he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at my forehead.

Valentine whimpered, her distress palpable, as Kyle cocked the gun. The sound echoed ominously, a deadly promise that could be fulfilled with a single pull of the trigger.

"What are you doing, Kyle?" My non-biological father's voice was sharp with confusion, his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to make sense of the situation.

Kyle's face twisted with bitterness. "What I should've done a long time ago." he snapped, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Stop it right now. Destroy this pack, but not him." my non-biological father snarled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

But Kyle shook his head, his grip on the gun tightening. "No! He took away my title. I am your son, not him! He took everything away from me!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion.

What?

The revelation hit like a punch to the gut. Kyle was his son? My mind raced, trying to piece together this shocking truth.

Kyle's voice trembled with rage as he looked at his father, his eyes wild. "You just had to love him more, didn't you? Look whose side he's on now!" He pointed the gun at me again, his hand shaking with anger.

My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Everything was unraveling, the truth exposing wounds that had been festering for years. This was more than just a fight for survival; it was a battle for identity, for belonging, for love.

But I wouldn't let Valentine pay the price. Not today. Not ever.