A Warriors reveange book 3 Of Awakened Beast

Get him out 68

Chapter 68

Hunter POV

I knew today was the day.

We’d been watching him for days now—him thinking he was clever, climbing trees, masking his presence just enough to believe we couldn’t see him. What he didn’t know was that we saw everything. We had eyes everywhere. He was never alone out there… he just didn’t know it.

When Bayley came out with the group, they started their morning laps. I watched from the window of my office, arms crossed, already aware he was nearby. So was she. She felt him the moment she stepped outside.

Our crew was already positioned in the trees, tracking his every movement. I was mindlinked to them, their voices steady but tense.

He’s lifting the rifle.

Finger’s on the trigger.

My blood went cold.

“Get him,” I ordered through the link. “Now. Do it now.”

A second later, one of our trappers launched from a higher branch, crashing into the one the hunter stood on. His hand jerked, the shot firing wild. The bullet whizzed past Bayley—missing her by only a few inches.

Too close.

Before he could recover, he was knocked hard to the ground. Our warriors swarmed him, dragging him across the dirt and onto pack land. He screamed the entire time, kicking, thrashing, trying to land blows that never connected.

I walked out just as Bayley approached him. That’s when he managed to wrench one arm free.

The blade flashed through the air—fast and desperate. A knife he’d had hidden. It sliced into Bayley’s side.

The moment the blood appeared, I knew he’d made the worst mistake of his life.

She had only planned to warn him. We’d talked about it that morning. One warning. One chance to walk away.

He f****d it up.

Bayley grabbed his arm. She could’ve snapped it like a twig—ended it right there. Instead, she leaned down and bit into him.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

His scream echoed through the clearing.

…then he laughed weakly, blood dripping down his arm as his knees gave out beneath him.

“Just kill me,” he whispered hoarsely. “Please… don’t let me black out. Just kill me.”

Bayley laughed—not amused, not cruel, just cold. Empty.

She straightened and looked at the others.

“Throw him in the middle of the woods. Let the animals take care of him.”

I knew she didn’t mean for him to die that way. Not really. The animals would smell the pack all over him and stay far away. Rogues wouldn’t come near him either—too scared we’d still be watching.

And we would be.

As they dragged him away, he started begging, his bravado completely gone.

“You can’t just leave me out there! I’ll die! Please—I won’t come back! I swear! I’ll disappear!”

Bayley didn’t even look at him.

“I warned you,” she said calmly. “You hunters never listen.”

They dropped him hard in the dirt at the edge of the forest, far enough that he’d have to crawl for hours to reach anything resembling safety. Blood soaked into the leaves beneath him, marking the ground with his failure.

As we turned to leave, he called out one last time, his voice cracking.

“This isn’t over!”

I stopped and looked back at him, meeting his eyes.

“Oh, it’s over,” I said quietly. “For you.”

We walked away without another word.

Behind us, his screams faded into the trees, replaced by nothing but silence and the knowledge that if he ever stepped foot near our land again, there would be no warning. No mercy.

Bayley reached for my hand as we headed back toward the pack, her grip steady despite the blood on her side.

“They’ll keep coming,” she said softly.

“I know,” I answered.

And when they did…we’d be ready.

“Well done, honey. You did good with him. I knew how badly you wanted to end it, but we have a plan. Let it begin.

“The way things are now, he’ll wake up and run back to his friends. Once they realize he’s been bitten, they’ll cut his arm to drain the poison. We don’t carry poison—but they think we do. Once that’s done, he’ll likely sleep for a few days.

When he wakes, his eyesight will be sharper. His hearing will be heightened—he’ll be able to hear from a mile away. He’ll start wondering how he can suddenly do these things. Then, the lycan inside him will begin to speak. He’ll question where that voice is coming from.

His hunter buddies will eventually realize what’s happened. They’ll have no choice but to kick him out. And then… he’ll be completely alone.”

Nate the Hunter POV

I watched Vapo as he slept.

He’d had a hard night. Lately, the poor guy was barely getting by, and something about that bite bothered me. Did they do it on purpose? I didn’t see anything leaking from his arm—no poison, no residue. Just blood.

He looked exhausted.

I liked the guy. I really did. But I think his time is almost up.

Most hunters, once they get older, start to slow down. They make mistakes. And that’s when we retire them. For a hundred years, Vapo had been a hunter. He’d never made a mistake. He’d never been caught—until today.

He needed to be more careful.

When he climbed that tree, he should’ve taken the shot the moment he saw her. He wasted too much time. That hesitation cost him.

We’ll have to rebrief him once he wakes up.