A Warriors reveange book 3 Of Awakened Beast

something is going on 66

Chapter 66

Hunter POV

After we got off the phone with the hunters, I knew Bayley was pissed. That letter was nothing but a setup. If she had actually walked out to meet the elders, something would have happened—I was sure of it.

She sat there for a long time, lost in her thoughts. I wanted to ask what was going through her mind, but I knew when the time was right, she’d tell me. Instead, I poured two glasses of brandy and set one down in front of her. She picked it up and took a slow sip.

“Alright,” she finally said. “I have a plan. Just listen to what I have to say. If you reject it, I’ll probably still do it anyway—but listen first.”

I leaned back, bracing myself.

“Not many hunters are left,” she continued. “Maybe two or three are still hiding around here. The rest ran so they wouldn’t be killed. But I know he’s still out there. So this is what I’m going to do—I’m going to make him wish he never hunted me down.”

My chest tightened.

“I’m going to bite him. Make him one of me. It’ll take about three days before the changes start. Once he shifts for the first time, I’ll hunt him. I’ll play with his sanity. I’ll make him feel exactly what I felt when I was the one being hunted.” Her eyes darkened. “I might let him live. Or I might let the hunters kill him. Unless his sanity kills him first.”

For a moment, I thought my mate had lost her damn mind.

But then I forced myself to see things through her eyes—to remember everything she’d endured before she ever met me or my daughter. The fear. The loss. The years of being chased like an animal.

What she wanted to do was insane… but it was also justice in her world.

“I have a question,” I said carefully. “When you bite him and he starts to change—will he be able to do what you do? Shift into anything he touches?”

She shook her head.

“No. You have to be born a Shepherd Lycan to do that. If you’re bitten, you can only shift into one form.”

She paused, her voice lowering.

“My mother warned me about this. When a human is bitten, the changes start slowly. Their body feels wrong. Their mind starts breaking. And when their lycan finally speaks to them…” Her jaw tightened. “They think they’ve gone insane.”

I swallowed.

“I know it’s hateful,” she went on. “But it’s a lesson. I want him to beg me to end it. And once he does, I might let him live. I’ll lock him in the cells, let his lycan tear his mind apart until he can’t even speak anymore. The hunters need to know what happens when they come after my kind. They need to run before it happens to them.”

Emotions crashed through me—anger, fear, protectiveness, and something darker I didn’t want to admit.

Then my wolf stirred.

She’s right, he growled. Fear is the only language hunters understand.

I exhaled slowly and looked at my mate.

“If this is the path you choose,” I said quietly, “then you won’t walk it alone.”

“Just think about what she’s been through her entire life. First, she had her family and her pack—and then, just like that, she had no one. For years she went from pack to pack searching for her mate. Then she learned she was our daughter’s protector. After that, she learned she was our mate. And even now, she’s still being hunted. So tell me—do you really think it’s crazy? Let her do this. She needs it.”

I knew he was right. She did need this—for her own sanity. She wanted him to feel even a fraction of what she had felt all those years. I was still against it, every instinct in me screaming no, but what right did I have to stop her? I could alpha-command her not to do it, but then she might hate me forever. I fought with myself for a long time, but in the end… she won.

“Listen,” I finally said, “I don’t like the idea of driving someone into insanity. But I understand why you want to do this. I’ll help you. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do whatever has to be done.”

She began explaining her plan.

She knew they liked to hide in the trees. We would need a few people skilled enough to climb and conceal themselves in the branches—people who could ambush him from above, drag him down, and bring him to us. That’s when she would act.

She wouldn’t say a single word to him. He would do all the screaming. All the pleading.

She would bite him, making sure some of her blood entered his bloodstream. Then she would let him go.

He would flee, panicked about the bite. His friends would cut into the wound, making sure she hadn’t poisoned him. At first, when the changes started, he would think it was all in his head. Hallucinations. Paranoia. Fear.

Then the real madness would begin.

When the lycan form finally emerged, his mind would start to fracture completely. She wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to come crawling back, begging her to end it—but she already knew she wouldn’t be able to.

Instead, she would lock him in the cells and keep him there until the end of his life.

The cell would need to be strong—reinforced with wolfsbane and silver. Every time he touched the bars, it would burn him. We couldn’t risk him escaping.

“We don’t want him free.”

The whole plan was insane.

And yet… I was completely on board.

I just hoped she wouldn’t regret what she was about to do.