Blood moon

Chapter 11. Chris

Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was that i***t telling him that he knew Andrea because of her cowardice? Correction, the cowardice of the man who instigated it all. The real reason he had broken up with his girl, who ignored him and everyone at work had taken her position, was the man in front of him. The bastard thought he was a big shot just because he had a nice body, a pair of abs anyone could have, he thought.

—Friends?— Andrea has better tastes.

The werewolf smiled, showing all his teeth in a threatening gesture.

—You're right, she has better tastes and that's why I'm breaking up with you— those words had hurt Chris' ego because a small part of him thought he might be right.

—If it wasn't for your fault, she would never have separated from me— he reproached him, he even took a step forward to make the distance between the two men decrease. He used his right finger to point towards his chest, with an annoyed gesture —Get out of my girl's life or you're going to regret it.

The wolf inside him was screaming for her to jump on him, the guy was practically screaming at her to kill him, but she had to behave like a rational person, because that i***t worked in the family business, something her father wouldn't forgive, secondly, because it had to be Andrea's decision, surprising her with her ex torn to shreds wouldn't make her happy.

He held the finger in his hand, applying enough pressure to break it.

The crack was resounding in the silence of the night, Chris's screams echoed as he moved away, kneeling on the floor in pain. That sound was like music to Hunter. He bent down to grab the collar of the guy's shirt and lift him in the air, as if he were a rag doll.

—Never touch me again and the next time you try to contact Andrea, we will have a conversation like today, but less civilized— Chris felt the threat in his words, the way he behaved was animalistic, it could even remind him of something wolfish.

—You are. You are...a savage— he managed to articulate in fear.

—Now get out of here, before I lose my patience— he turned to go home, then he remembered that there was something else pending.Ah and if you go to the police, I'll make sure they see the messages you've been sending to Andrea, we'll file harassment charges and I'll print the conversations and stick them on every wall of your workplace, your colleagues will love to know your psychopathic side, i***t— Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing.

He salivated and ran away from the place. He hated himself, helplessness and pain shared his body at that moment. He could not believe that such a man existed. He cursed him, he wished he would die, if he could. If he found a way to take revenge, but everything had to be for that woman, surely she had poisoned him to attack him or she could even have planned it all. She had turned everyone against him.

As he ran Chris vowed to take revenge for his humiliation. He would make the woman's life impossible.

Hunter could smell the desire for revenge on the man, but he couldn't go after him, at least not now. He entered the house, taking screenshots of everything and sending that evidence to a phone number he knew very well, that of his friend and communications technician James.

"This is Hunter. Call me back."

Five seconds later, the phone was ringing.

—New number? - asked the man behind the line, in a mocking tone.

—No

—Andrea Smith? Is she part of the pack?— James had no problem finding out a person's deepest secrets just by having their cell phone number. He loved that investigator role and had no problem letting anyone know. That's why he was constantly sought after.

—No

—I suspected it, if so, I would be an omega in a borderline area, because I know everyone from the east coast to the west coast— he added egocentrically- So why are we talking from his cell phone?

—I need you to find out about the guy she was dating, I just know his name is Chris, the bastard is stalking him, they are partners in....

—Chris J. Anderson— complete his friend —seems to be an average guy, nothing remarkable in his grades or school, still lives with his mother, at 30? Loser, even she pays for his expenses.

—I don't care to know that, I told you he's stalking my girl, I want to...— Hunter cursed under his breath, it had been a slip of the tongue on his part to have said those words.

—Does the leader of the pack know?— There was an awkward silence —Is it your moon?

—Dad knows and that's not your problem, don't be a gossip, you can only do what I asked you to do— commented Hunter running a hand over the bridge of his nose trying to relieve the pain that all the stress was causing him.

—How much will you give me if I tell you what's wrong with the guy?

—I won't break your face when I see you, how about that? - James laughed on the other end of the line.

—The guy works on the same floor as her, he's not very good at his job, but he hasn't made any major mistakes, your brother runs the place, and I mean by that he's very close with your girl- that made Hunter think for a second about whether he might notice her Was it possible? He didn't think so, he would have told her and if he had been with her that long, he would have gone for her if he was interested.

—So?

—He's had three girlfriends in the past- the sound of the keys filled the line -he doesn't seem... — silence.

—What?

—Two of them reported him for harassment and assault. I'll send the mug shots to the phone... They don't look good.

As soon as the photos of black eyes, scratches and bruises in the shape of balloons on their bodies arrived, Hunter had to control his instincts not to go hunting that asshole, no doubt that son of a b***h, he deserved the worst that life could prepare for him.

—Why isn't he in jail?

—The charges were dropped shortly after and the girls received large financial compensation. Apparently, their mother was in charge of covering her tracks. Besides that...she herself has threatened them— Hunter had spit while I read the report —everything seems to start when they end up with him.

The werewolf ran a hand through his hair.

—Hunter, one of the charges includes rape.