The Hybrid's Assassin

Eleven

Luca

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Ten minutes. In ten minutes the Luna had disappeared.

Just like that, she had vanished completely, leaving the pack on high alert. All available trackers had been loosely thrown into groups with a quick two minutes worth of organisation and volunteers from the local community were willingly being accepted with open arms.

People were patrolling the woods, but her trail was dead. Somehow, some way, it had fractured off and disappeared.

I feared the absence of results.

Domitius would quite potentially break my every bone, and that was the best case scenario if he woke up and she had been returned into his possession. If he woke up and she was gone, with no clue as to where exactly she had gone, praying would soon become my only possible salvation.

The pen that I had been gripping in my hand shattered and ink splattered all over the desk, a small drop landed on my cheekbone.

In his good moments, he was an extraordinary ally, friend, leader and even a brother. But it was the bad, unpredictable moments that tarnished his reputation.

It was then that I feared the monster that he became.

When the part of him that was a blood-frenzied vampyre came to light.

Anxiously I chewed my lip. There were still no results, and her trail was dead.

Just like you will be.

I rolled my eyes, telling my animalistic alter ego to stop jumping to conclusions.

You're right. That's if you're lucky.

I wished that he wasn't right, but we both knew perfectly well, we had witnessed first hand, what kind of talent for torture Domitius had within his clutches.

It was like an intricate art form, finding the optimum balance of pain before someone was seeing stars. And Domitius, he was like a well-practiced artist.

The monster that dwelled within Domitius didn't care about the years of our friendship, or mercy or even pity. It ran on primal instincts. Hate, anger, lust, hunger.

I knew that it would be perfectly content with slashing my throat.

Shakily I got to my feet and walked out into the hallway, composing myself. It couldn't possibly get any worse. This I knew.

It was only a second after this thought passed through my mind that a familiar body threw itself into my arms.

"We're doomed," she frailly sobbed.

Antonia Milania. "We will find her. We have to."

Antonia pulled away, gracefully dabbing at the tears on her face. "No, it's not that. She's here."

Images of Stefanie flickered through my mind and I ground my teeth together. "That fucking whore."

The last thing that we needed was Alpha Robert's plaything from the south coming up to further disrupt the already unveiling chaos.

"When?"

Antonia looked down at the floor. "She's already here. I crossed her about half an hour ago."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "That dumb bitch, he'll tear her to shreds. The last thing I want is to be cleaning her filthy blood off of the floor."

Antonia let out a small laugh. "Now now, we both know that that responsibility would fall to me."

I snorted. "Do you think that we should try to save her?"

Antonia shook her head. "I warned the silly little girl. If she's willing to chase a fool's dream, she should be willing to face a fool's end."

"Infierno sangrienta," I muttered. "But she's walking straight into a waiting monster's trap. Even you must admit that that's a pretty damn awful way to go out."

Antonia shrugged. "It's no longer our problem."

Suddenly the air temperature around us plunged and my breath condensed before my face.

"It's begun," Antonia whispered, looking up at me with wide eyes. Instincts inside of me told me to run as every one of my senses became sharper instantaneously. Some primal part of me could sense that a predator was near.

"You know what to do." Antonia nodded and ran off down the hall, no doubt to warn the people who were still in the house.

Someone had woken up Domitius, but the Domitius that we knew was still asleep.