Hunters( Book 1 In The Hunters Series)UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

~ Chapter 9 ~

"W-Why..."

She coughed as the wolfsbane worked in her system.

His eyes softened as blood trickled from her lips. He knelt down before her, gripping her chin. Her gaze wavered from his his, her face twisting up into a grimace, coughing harshly.

"I looked at the photo albums from three years ago...Y-You were so happy...You loved your family...fought for them-"

She clutched her torso as another cough racked through her body, and blood spilled from her lips.

"Now...You're just a monster. It's no wonder Melissa refuses to acknowledge the fact that you're lifemates. You're nothing but a traitorous rogue-" He growled and kicked her arms, watching her crash to the dirt." You shut the f*** up!" He snarled, grabbing her by hair." If you say I'm the traitorous rogue," He brought her closer to his face." Then what does that make you, huh? A b****? A rogue?" He spat.

He's right...I am a rogue-

"Michael."

Cole called out, grabbing his attention.

"That's enough. I brought her here so you could explain everything to her, not cause her more harm." He stepped closer with a warning in his tone. Michael growled under his breath, forgetting about the general behind him.

"Oh I'm not done yet, Cole." He lifted her up by her head." She's going to pay with her life. She will help us in our cause." She winced as he pulled on her hair." Her blood is unique...Your queen said so herself-"

"But at the cost of your sister?!" He yelled." You may think you know what you're doing, but you haven't lived as long as I have. She's young, and so are you. You will regret your choice the minute her blood touches the soil." He roared. Michael stepped back in surprise at the deep, low voice that Cole used.

It wasn't something that was a usual thing between them. Cole was the silent type, always thinking before acting, always planning and plotting his enemy's next moves, always asking for others opinions...

"If you carry on with this, they will never forgive you..."

And just like that, as if a switched flipped inside of him, Michael staggered away, dropping Gracie's form. She groaned, rolling onto her side as more blood dribbled from her lips. Cole went to her side, kneeling beside her as she closed her eyes.

"Hey," he turned her over, pulling her into his arms.

"You need to keep your eyes open. I can't have you dying on me just yet." He said. Her brows furrowed as pain gripped her insides, poisoning her system like a wildfire. She groaned further, her body feeling like fire.

"How should I help you?" He asked quickly, pulling up her black tee, revealing the bullet wounds. Blood was everywhere, covering every inch of skin on her stomach, and his stomach dropped as the blood turned black.

"Her healing is slow," Michael said from somewhere behind them." She needs blood. Fresh blood." Cole understood the meaning behind his words. Gracie was a vampire, or at least part vampire, so she would still need blood to survive on.

Both moved to bite their wrists, but she stopped them, growling lowly," Both of you...Stay the hell away from me..." She winced and turned on her side, coughing.