Chapter 3

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Ashley P.O.V.

I woke up the next morning not in my room. What the fuck. I looked around confused. I breathed in the cover scent and it smell familiar. Derek.

Me: DEREK

He walked out and smirked with his arms crossed.

Derek: yes

Me: I should kill you

Derek: come and try

I went to get up but I couldn't. I was chained to the bed. Dude. Plus its covered in wolfsbane and mistletoe. Regular wolfsbane can't hurt me.

Me: you really think i cant get out of this

Derek: nope

I smirked and broke out of the chains. He face was shocked but then anger came across it. I got out of the bed and glowed my eyes at him. He ran at me but i quickly dodged him and growled. If its a fight he want, its a fight he'll get. I flicked out claws and got in a defensive position. He roared and ran at me. I dodged and kicked him in the back. Then he fell to the floor. I grabbed his neck and smashed his head repeatedly against the floor and threw him into the table which he went over. I heard him groaning.

Me: come on get up

I roared and ran towards him and pinned him against the pillar. I was going to punch him in the face but a voice stopped me.

?:STOP

I turned my head to see Scott and Stiles. I looked back at a bloody Derek and dropped him to the floor.

Scott: what are you doing

Me: he kidnapped me

Stiles: we think your a threat

Me: why would i be a threat

Stiles: well we know nothing about you and you could be evil

Me: well I'm not. I don't hurt humans

Scott: see I told you

Stiles: your only saying that because you like her

Scott: dude

Scott blushed and didn't look at me. I smirked when I heard that. Scott is sexy tho.

Me: No need to be embarrassed Scott. Your an adorable little puppy

Scott blushed harder.

Stiles: OK stop flirting we have bigger problems to deal with

Me: whats going on

Scott: Lydia keep finding bodies in the woods for some reason. They all have the same wounds

Then Stiles pulled out pictures of different victims with wounds on their backs. Those marks look very familiar. My eyes widened. I know who did this. Scott and Derek eyes shot towards me.

Scott: whats wrong

Me: I know who did this

Derek: who you

Me: no you ass. The same thing happened to me two years ago

I lifted up my shirt and showed them the marks on my back. I felt fingers touch them and i shivered. I pulled down my shirt and looked at them.

Scott: why didn't it heal

Me: i don't know. The people who do this, they go after humans who can't protect themselves. Sometimes they go after werewolves who don't know how to control themselves

Scott: but you seem like you have control

Me: i do. I tried to protect some of them and in the end I got hurt and they still ended up dying

Derek: you said you know who they are

Me: yeah. They call themselves
De nocte venatores. Night Hunters

Scott: is there a way to stop them

Me: i don't think so. I saw them take on many strong Alphas that I knew and succeeded

Derek: but they never took on a hybrid

Me: i tried to take them on and look what happened to me

Derek: you weren't fighting them. You were trying to protect someone and your head wasn't focused on the target. It was focused on protecting others

Me: so what are you saying. I go find and try to take them on myself

Scott: no we're gonna help

Me: you guys haven't seen them. They might travel in small groups but there are more of them

Scott: we have connections

Me: its too dangerous Scott

Scott: i don't care. Your not going out there alone

I looked him in the eyes and he looked in mine. I sighed and rolled me eyes.

Me: fine but we go with my idea

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Sorry i haven't update in like multiple years. I completely forgot about this book and went on with my life. Then I saw it a few months ago and was going to delete it but I had an idea n what a chapter would be like and decided to write this on. Again sorry and enjoy the chapter👍👍👍

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