The Bite of Revenge

Chapter 4

When Taylor and I left her dad's office, my hands were practically shaking in anger. "I'm going to kill Viktor," I said angrily as we headed for the elevator, "that son of a b***h is going to pay for what he did to my parents."

"I understand that you're pissed," Taylor said calmly, "but the Argents are the most powerful hunter family in Los Angeles, they literally own the city."

"But how the hell did Viktor get away with it?" I asked angrily, "didn't the police arrest him?"

"They did arrest him, but unfortunately the chief of police is Travis Argent, Viktor's father," Taylor answered with a sigh, "so he faked a police report stating a burglary gone wrong to cover it up."

"That would explain why my grandparents told me the same thing," I said, by now we had reached what looked like an underground city, "but I always got the feeling that it was a lie. Too bad they died before they knew the truth."

"That's the beauty of being a hell hound," Taylor said with a smile, "we can always tell when someone or something is being untruthful."

"What do you mean a hell hound?" I asked, "I thought I was a werewolf like my dad."

"Sometimes that can happen, but it's very rare," Taylor said with a shrug, "but more often than not, when two different supernatural species mate, the child either has a mixture of both parents in their geans or, in our case, become hell hounds, which is just as rare due to the fact that hell hounds are practically extinct thanks to the Argents."

"Why am I getting the feeling that Viktor and Connor knew what we were?" I asked as I started to look around, "by the way, where are we?"

"Welcome to the Bone Yard, where supernaturals can live in peace," Taylor said with a flourish, "and yes, Viktor and Connor did figure out what we were, why do you think Catherine wanted us to stay and do inventory?"

"She was going to kill us," I realized with shock, "no wonder she didn't want us to clock back in, she was trying to cover her tracks."

"That's basically her job," Taylor said, by now we had arrived at a two story house that looked like it was carved right out of the stone, "both her and Viktor are assasins for the Argents and their job is to kill supernaturals who break the law and kill things like you, me and Alison."

"Alison's a hell hound too?"

"Yup, and don't worry, her and her parents are here as well." With that, Taylor opened the door and I almost lost my balance when Alison ran over to give me a hug.

"Thank God you're okay," she said, taking a step back, "when I overheard Mr. Harrison saying that you might be in danger, I was worried that Taylor might've been too late."

"Realax Ali, I'm fine," I said with a reassuring smile, "I'm just glad that we're all safe."

"You're telling me, when my parents told me to pack a bag, I thought the hunters were going to break down our door at any minute."

"They almost did," Mr. Montgomery, Alison's dad, said from behind her, "but luckily we managed to get out before they got there. Too damn close for comfort if you ask me."

"How many mixed supernatural families are there in Los Angeles?" I asked curiously.

"Ten that I know of," Mr. Montgomery answered as he ushered us into the living room, "all accounted for, but there may be more, but either they were killed by the Argents, went into hiding, or left California all together."

"I just don't get why they would go around killing mixed supernatural families and their children," Alison said sadly, "seems a little racist if you ask me."

"Unfortunately it's the Argents way of making sure that no hell hounds are born," Mr. Montgomery answered with a sigh, "that's why he'll hounds are almost extinct."

"But what's the point?" I asked as we all sat down, "I've read that hell hounds are vicious creatures, but it seems a little overkill isn't it?"

"The Argents want to prevent the alpha of the hell pack from being born," Mr. Montgomery answered, "if this creature is never born or is killed before its wolf manifests, then other hell hounds will cease to exist."

"Meaning they'll die?"

"More like the betas will never fully manifest into wolves," Taylor answered sadly, "they'll remain dormant, mere shadows of themselves, and the human part will slowly die, leaving the shadow wolf to roam rapidly and eventually causing it to go mad."

"Does anyone know who this alpha is?" I asked curiously, "I mean, you have to know something about it right?"

"All we know for sure is that it's the most powerful creature in the supernatural world," Mr. Montgomery answered, "and it's the only one in existence." All this information was becoming too much and I eventually got up and left the room, muttering about getting some air. Once I was out of the house, I just started walking and eventually, I arrived in what looked like a park where families were walking their dogs or sitting on benches reading.

"My life is a complete mess," I muttered, putting my face in my hands, "this whole supernatural and hunter crap is just crazy, hell my best friends actually think all this is actually real?"

"You probably shouldn't be talking to yourself out in public," said a voice behind me, "folks might start think you're the crazy one." I turned around to find a man in his 40s leaning against a tree with a smug smile on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, standing up to face him with my arms crossed.

"My name's Peter," the man answered, coming over to me, "and how about you, sweetheart?"

"Anastasia," I answered, glaring at him suspiciously, "but everyone calls me Anna."

"I like Anastasia better," Peter said with a smile, "it's the name of a strong leader." Before I could say anything, Peter turned around and walked away.

"I see you've met Peter Hale," Taylor said from behind me, I turned around to see her smiling mischievously, "the guy's a smartass, but a real charmer."

"Let me guess, he's a real ladies man," I said as we headed back to the house, "I bet he has all women wrapped around his little finger."

"Believe it or not, he actually ignores all the women around here," Taylor said, rolling her eyes, "I mean, they try to get his attention, but they're unsuccessful, pretty pathetic actually, but I guess the women around here aren't good enough for him."

"Sounds like he's a little full of himself," I said. By now, we had arrived back at the house and were heading up the front stoop, "a little cocky as well."

"Cocky, yes, not so much full of himself though," Taylor said with a shrug.

"It seems you know him pretty well," I said, raising my eyebrows at her, "are you guys friends or something?"

"God no," Taylor answered with a shudder, "the man's like 46, and like I said, he's a smartass."

"Who're you guys talking about?" Alison asked as Taylor and I walked through the front door.

"Anna ran into Peter Hale at the park," Taylor answered, "and believe it or not, he actually talked to her."

"You're joking, right?" Alison asked incredulously, "Peter Hale never talks to the women around here unless he has to, and that's usually in a professional setting."

"I take it you guys don't like him very much?" I asked.

"It's not that, he's just hard to work with," Taylor answered, "Peter and his nephew, Derek, are the trainers in the bounty hunter program, but I'll admit, he's pretty to look at."

"That's an understatement," Alison sighed, fanning herself with her hand, "for a man in his 40s, he's damn sexy and Derek's not bad looking either."

"I thought Peter was a cocky smartass," I said, trying hard not to laugh, "not some pretty boy."

"Oh, he is a cocky smartass," Taylor said, wagging her eyebrows, "but that doesn't stop me from looking, does it?" I just rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"You guys are unbelievable," I said with a sigh, "at least I'm not drooling over some guy." I then headed upstairs and only came down for dinner. Once I was in bed, it didn't take me long to fall asleep. Once my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.