A Warriors reveange book 3 Of Awakened Beast

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Chapter 65

Bayley POV

It had been a few weeks since the hunters finally gave up trying to track me down. For the first time in a long while, things felt… quiet. Almost peaceful.

I was sitting in the study when a letter arrived—one addressed to me. The elders.

They somehow knew I was the last of my kind. According to the letter, they wanted to “protect” me. Or at least, that’s what they claimed.

Hunter stood beside me as I unfolded the parchment and began to read.

*“Bayley,

We have heard about your kind, and we are truly sorry for what was done to your pack and your parents. Though we can do nothing to change the past, we are requesting your immediate presence at the Elder Academy. You are to arrive by noon tomorrow.

If you fail to appear, we will have no choice but to come to you and demand an explanation for your absence. This will result in punishment, and possibly imprisonment.”*

The Elders

I stared at the letter for a moment—then burst out laughing.

Hunter shot me a confused look.

“Really?” I said between laughs. “Just when I finally stop running and start relaxing, the elders decide to show up and ruin everything.”

But as the laughter faded, something didn’t sit right with me.

I looked at the letter again.

“There’s no elder seal,” I muttered. “No stamp. No return address.”

That got Hunter’s attention.

I turned to him. “Do you have the elders’ number on speed dial? Because I’d really like to speak with them.”

He frowned as I handed him the letter. His jaw tightened as he read it, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“This isn’t right,” he said. “The only way the elders can come here is if they’re invited. And threatening you like this?” He shook his head. “No.”

He looked up at me, eyes dark with anger.

“We’re video calling them. Now. And they’re going to explain why they sent this.”

“The only reason they even exist,” he continued, “is because the Lycans allowed it.”

We went straight to his office. Hunter opened his laptop and pulled up the elders’ contact channel. He called once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. By the fourth attempt, they finally responded.

For people demanding I show up immediately, they certainly didn’t seem eager to talk.

The screen flickered, and three familiar figures appeared.

“Hunter,” one of them said coolly. “What is the meaning of this call? Is your pack in danger? Do you require our assistance?”

I crossed my arms and leaned forward slightly.

“Oh, there’s danger all right,” I said. “But not the kind you think

“There is no danger unless you answer my question. Why did you send a letter to my mate demanding that she report to your academy by noon tomorrow? And if she doesn’t show up, either I come to you—or she faces jail time. Are you f*****g people insane?”

They all looked confused. I decided to reveal myself. I appeared on the screen so they could see me clearly.

“We didn’t send any letter,” one of them said firmly. “Did it have the Elders’ seal on it? A return address? I’m sure it would have if it truly came from us. If we wanted to see her or speak with her, we would have come to you ourselves. We would never summon her here.”

Another elder leaned forward. “And frankly, we don’t care that she’s the last of her kind. Breed. Have babies. Then she won’t be the last. As we said—we don’t care.”

The video call abruptly ended.

Those sons of bitches. If I were allowed to, I would end every single one of them.

Vapo — Hunter POV

There were only three of us left now. The others had fled to the far corners of the world. They said she was too strong to be killed. That she had friends—other hunters—helping her.

What hunters?

There are werecat hunters, wolf hunters, lycan hunters, vampire hunters—every kind imaginable. But helping her? Impossible. Hunters fear us. We hunt them too.

We are the top hunters. We kill for sport. It’s fun watching the light fade from their eyes. Sometimes we return later just to watch their bodies rot, to see animals devour what’s left.

I needed to draw her out. I needed my final kill.

My time was almost up. They gave me eight months to kill her. It’s been three already—and I’m running out of patience.

So I planned carefully.

I sent a letter pretending to be from the Elders. I thought if she left her pack and traveled alone, I could get her. I never imagined she would contact them directly.

That was my mistake. But I will not fail. She will be mine.

“Are you f*****g crazy, Vapo? They could call them and find out. You need to get her when she’s out on a run, or shopping—something like that. Better yet, catch her while she’s training. You know how to mask your scent. Hide, then shoot her in the f*****g head. You’re going to make us look stupid.”

I hadn’t even thought of that s**t. They were going to know something was up. I knew how to cover my scent with mud and leaves. Now all I had to do was wait and see when she came out to train. That meant I’d have to be out there every single day, waiting for her to show herself.