Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 55 The Range Rover

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

"You idiots." I muttered loudly enough for them to hear, causing a low growl to escape from both Zachary and Octavius.

Zachary raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of confusion and irritation. "It's the 21st Century. Where are your phones?" I demanded, my voice edged with exasperation. It was as if I'd just introduced a revolutionary idea. Zachary fumbled, pulling out his phone, while Octavius remained glued to the wheel.

Zachary quickly dialed, his fingers trembling as he waited for an answer. I leaned forward, unable to contain my impatience.

"Val—"

Before he could finish, I snatched the phone from his hand. "Valentine." I growled, the urgency in my voice unmistakable. "Where are you?"

"I-I— Uhh?" Valentine stammered, her voice tinged with confusion.

"Where the fuck are you, goddammit!" I roared into the phone, losing my composure.

"Don't scream at her, douche." Octavius scolded me. I rolled my eyes, ignoring his interference. She was my mate, not his.

I heard the shuffle of voices and the faint background noise of a car. My frustration deepened.

"Hello?" an unfamiliar male voice answered.

"Who's this?" I snapped.

"I'm Adam." he replied, his tone annoyingly casual.

"Okay, Adam, if my brother doesn't turn back this instant, your head's going to be mounted on my wall." I warned, my voice dripping with menace.

I glanced at Zachary and Octavius, who exchanged worried looks. My patience was evaporating fast.

More shuffling came through the line, heightening my irritation.

"Lucifer, you can't be threatening people like that." Gabriel's voice cut through.

"Gabriel, what the hell is going on?" I started, but my attention was drawn to a familiar Range Rover speeding past us.

"Lucifer?" Gabriel's voice was distant, almost drowned out by the background noise.

Could it be?

"Lucifer?"

I stared intently at the Range Rover, scanning the number plate. It was them.

"Lucifer!" Gabriel shouted, pulling me back to the conversation.

"Turn back now! Repeat, now! Hunters on the road!" I shouted, disconnecting the call with a sense of urgency.

"Follow that Range Rover." I commanded, my voice firm and resolute.

"What? Why—" Octavius began to protest.

"Just do as I ask." I interrupted, my tone brooking no argument.

Octavius complied, executing a sharp U-turn with a grunt of dissatisfaction.

Gabriel Zades P.O.V

"Hello?" I repeated into the phone, frustration gnawing at me. "Come on, Gabriel, think. Do you follow the lead or turn back?"

The decision weighed heavily on me. Brother or mate? The choice was agonizing, but the urgency was undeniable.

Screw it.

I slammed the steering wheel and swung the car into a sharp U-turn, cutting off several vehicles in the process. The blaring horns and screeching brakes were drowned out by my racing thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Lilith's voice cut through the chaos, a mixture of confusion and alarm.

"Hunters on the road." I said tersely, my mind already half on the road behind us.

"Hunters on the road? So what?" Lilith questioned, her voice laced with frustration.

"I don't know, just—" I sighed, feeling the weight of my decision settling heavily on my shoulders.

"Do you know which car?" Adamone's voice was impatient.

"No." I admitted, gritting my teeth.

"It's that car," Valentine's voice interjected, almost too calmly.

What?

"That quick?" I muttered, disbelief creeping in. It seemed impossible.

"You're being delusional." I said, shaking my head.

"That's Octavius' car." Valentine confirmed, her voice steady despite the chaos.

"She's not delusional. You were just terribly slow. Who the hell even gave you a license?" Adamone snapped, his tone laced with irritation.

"Shut up." I scowled, my patience fraying. The urgency of the situation was overriding everything else. My focus narrowed to the road, the Range Rover in sight. Every second counted now.

Donatello Warrior P.O.V

"I think we're being followed," I said, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"Followed? Why?" Leonardo's tone was a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Because that Porsche has been tailing us, mirroring every turn." Raphael interjected, his eyes sharp. He was paying close attention.

"Maybe they're just heading to the same place we are?" Michelangelo suggested, his voice dripping with his usual nonchalance.

Groans echoed from the rest of us. Sometimes Mikey's knack for stating the obvious was frustrating.

"Pull over there." I directed, pointing to a spot off the road. "Let's see what they're up to."

Leonardo complied, easing the Range Rover to a stop. As expected, the Porsche halted a short distance behind us. And the car following it also came to a stop.

"What's their problem?" Raphael muttered, his temper already flaring as he flung open his door.

"Hold up." I said, stepping out to follow him. Two unfamiliar figures emerged from their car, their faces inscrutable.

Raphael was ready to charge ahead, but I placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. "Let's approach this calmly." I advised, trying to maintain control.

I stepped forward, my gaze steady as I addressed the newcomers. "So, what brings you here?"

Their eyes darted between each other, a silent exchange of uncertainty.

"Honestly, we don't know either." one of them admitted, shrugging.

"You should ask him." the other said, pointing toward the car.

The backdoor to the Porsche swung open, and the figure who stepped out was immediately recognizable. Our collective expletive filled the air.

"Shit."

There he stood—someone none of us expected to see. The shock of the encounter was palpable, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.