Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 59 An Eye For An Eye

Achilles Argent P.O.V

"Summon Devon," I commanded, my voice cold and unwavering.

Within minutes, Devon entered, bowing his head in deference. "Yes, sir?" he inquired, his tone cautious.

"Have you noticed that the Warriors weren't at their posts today?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as I scrutinized his reaction.

"Uhh, no, sir," he replied, his hesitation betraying him.

"Something's happening," I said, more to myself than to him, watching as he swallowed nervously.

"My grandson, Kyle, died in vain," I continued, my grip tightening around the glass of wine in my hand. "And Lucifer—he took away my victory."

"But—" Devon began, his voice trembling.

"Silence!" I roared, rising from my chair with a force that shook the room.

"You and everyone else are loyal to him," I spat, my rage boiling over. "You dragged my son away on that very day."

"We were just looking out for our people," he reasoned, his voice barely above a whisper. "The werewolf packs were too strong."

"And I'm a fool, then?" I demanded, my eyes boring into him.

"Lucifer has forgotten about me," I said, the venom in my voice palpable. "He left my son heartbroken, and for that, he will pay."

"Sir, I—" Devon attempted, but I silenced him with a raised hand.

"I don't want to hear anything else," I said coldly. "Seize him."

The guards hesitated, their loyalty to Lucifer making them falter.

"Wrong move," I muttered, pulling out my gun and aiming it squarely at Devon's chest. "Does this interest you instead?"

The guards scrambled into action, cuffing Devon's hands with a mix of fear and urgency.

"He is to be locked up in the dungeon," I ordered, my voice like steel. "Anyone else who disobeys me will face the same consequences, or worse."

They nodded, their eyes wide with fear and understanding.

"My foolish son, Theo Argent, may be weak," I mused, more to myself than anyone else. "But I am not."

Lucifer, you'd better watch your back.

I pulled out my phone, dialing a familiar number. My retired assistant answered on the first ring.

"Dakota," I began, my voice steady, a plan already forming in my mind. "Prepare everyone. We're going hunting soon."

"All Achilles?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of anticipation.

"All of them," I confirmed, a cold smile creeping onto my face. "But first, a little patience will do the trick. An eye for an eye."

"Roger that," Dakota replied, his voice sharp with readiness.

I hung up the phone, the weight of my decision settling over me like a cloak. With a swift motion, I hurled the glass across the room, watching it shatter into tiny pieces as it hit the wall.

I'll show them. I'll show them what it feels like to have something precious ripped away. Lucifer, you've made an enemy of the wrong man.

Devon Pendragon P.O.V

"You need to warn Lucifer," I urged, my voice desperate as they dragged me up to the dungeon.

"We can't," Gwaine replied, shaking his head as he pulled the iron gate closed, the ominous clank of the lock echoing in the cold, damp air.