Red

Chapter Twenty Two

4050 words in this chapter. I hope you love the drama!!!

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His face was emotionless, jaw set and teeth grinding against one another. His eyes started glowing, turning bright red again and he nudged me back slightly so he could see me properly.

Now, he was standing at full height, towering over my smaller frame looking intimidating and dangerous. Although I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, a powerful male like Michael was making me a bit uneasy.

‘It was that bastard who did it? He didn’t deserve to fucking live before but now, now his just a disgrace to the fucking world. A waste of fucking space he is.’ He spoke through gritted teeth.

A hand softly brushed over the bruise, his touch gentle and soft making me relax instantly. ‘I’m going to kill him,’ Michael said, his rough voice a complete contrast comparing to the smooth touch. ‘His not going to see another day.’

‘No,’ I whimpered quietly. ‘Don’t kill him, just stay here. Please?’ I attached myself around his torso and his arms instantly wrapped around my waist in a protective way.

‘I’m still angry at you.’ He said with a sigh after a moment’s silence.

‘I know,’ I whispered into his chest, my voice being muffled slightly.

‘You have to tell me these things.’ He stated again.

‘I will,’ I said absent mindly, agreeing with him so he wouldn’t get angry and go on a killing rampage until he found Richard.

‘What did he say?’ he questioned hesitantly. Anyone could tell he was waiting for my answer, anticipating weather I’m going to back away scared or stay in the comfort in his arms.

‘He said that you’re the one who attacked him.’ I said quietly, looking up and into his beautiful brown eyes. ‘He’s the one who was on the news. He was sent to a therapist for believing in werewolves and had 4 major operations to save his life.’ I told him. He sucked in a sharp breath but his arms tightened on my waist.

The action was to prevent me from running away but I wasn’t planning on it. I would hear him out but I was done running scared from him.

He didn’t say anything, so I led us up to the wall to lean against while we discussed the situation.

Once we were sitting and staring out onto the ocean, I asked him the question burning on my mind and invading every thinking spot available that my brain had to offer.

‘Is it true?’ I asked, almost scared to hear the answer.

‘His a hunter. He had it coming.’ His tone was emotionless and when I looked up at him his face was the same. ‘His lucky he even got out of there alive.’

I stared at him wide eyed. Even though he didn’t say the words exactly, he admitted that he did it. My brain was running with so many thoughts I didn’t know where to even being.

‘Hunter?’ I questioned weekly.

‘He was raised to hunt were wolves. It’s his job. He was tracking the pack down but found me instead. He raised the gun at me and I shifted and attacked him.’ He said still gazing at the sea and not looking down at me. His eyes were blank.

‘It was either him or me, so I attacked but Reece stepped in. He doesn’t believe in killing, his a fucking hippy and wants the world to be at peace and all that shit. So he anonymously called someone to pick him up. He had his pack clean the place spotless, leaving no trace of what happened.’ He shrugged.