His Huntress Mate

On the Verge of His Death

Jane interpreted his statement as a trap rather than a submission. For a strong alpha like him, surrendering before a weak human girl was unbelievable. She, however, along with the crumple of his shirt in her clutch, crushed her desire to do several interrogations regardless of her curiosity.

Her hand pushed her chest to the white wall. Her glare stopped at the man's stares who demonstrated no fear; instead, his lips curved up forming a mocking grin. And out of his mouth, provocative words flew out.

"Killing me is the main purpose of your assault, isn't it? Yet, I hope you will kindly grant me my last wish."

His provocation was too cogent for her to disregard; he might be in his great despair that only his perish could heal his broken heart of his pathetic life.

In response to his request, she sneered while shoving the gun to his neck which took her steps forward. Her body stood only a few inches away from his so that he could smell her scent.

"It is not that I trust your words; I am merely curious about what it is you want before my revolver drinks your blood."

Then, the gun in Jane's hand traced along his neck to intimidate Andrew who seemed not affected by the wild object on his skin.

"Take me out of here as your hostage."

As there was none of a single option he was left to annul his betrothal to the girl he never put his adoration to, Andrew used this only way to flee from the event with the pretense of being kidn*pped by the werewolf hunter.

With his standing as a powerful alpha, It appeared to be dubious for him to easily fall for his enemy's trap. Some of his people would probably not eat this trick but he cared not as long as he was safe from the actual hell the Blood Moon pack might have created for him.

Jane's eyebrows arched in suspicion; an experienced werewolf hunter like her could read the fake expression her foes showcased to dupe her. But, she saw nothing as either falsity or dissemblance on his visage.

"If that's your desire, Mr. Werewolf, I will fulfill it."

It took no time for Jane to subdue the man who had already yielded to her. As he wished, she rudely lugged him away from his mansion.

On the contrary, uneasiness shaded the faces of Aeron and Scarlet inside the ballroom for Andrew's nonappearance for a lengthy time.

To prove him wrong that his brother was in trouble, Aeron secretly instructed the guards to check on the situation his brother was handling. And in a minute the bodyguard came back with the bad news he hoped not to hear; Andrew vanished, being presumed as a victim of a*******n.

Aeron, who concealed himself in the corner from the rest of the people, glared at the man before him incredulously, his hand clenching into fists. It was arduous to believe that their enemies could subjugate his brother with his capabilities. Was it his scheme to elude the arranged marriage with Scarlet?

"Aaron, did you see where your brother is?

I haven't seen him since the last time he excused himself from the ball."

The sudden emergence of his mother surprised Aeron so that he abruptly, with his palm, gestured to the bodyguard to leave.

It was useless to hide the truth of his brother's disappearance from his mother which compelled him to tell her about the attack of the hunters who successfully kidn*pped Andrew, his brother.

"They have abducted him."

A short brief sentence of his response got narrowing eyes of disbelief from Clara. She would not simply trust his confession for his eldest son possessed the abilities of self-defense which required them to put much effort to knock him down.

"How could that be possible?"

"I bet you know the answer to your own query, Mother."

That woman's eyebrows raised in the attempt of fathoming where his son's words led to. "Is this part of his plan to avoid tonight's event and even from the marriage he urges to refuse?" His son's silence confirmed her speculation. "It will drag him into trouble if your father finds out about his trick."

"I hope you won't tell this to him."

"I will certainly not."

With a scowl on her countenance, that lady returned inside where the party grew more lively which allowed her to breathe in relief for nobody realized the nonexistence of his son. To anticipate the questioning eyes at her son's disappearance, she faked a smile to disguise her dour expression.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Douglas. I don't see Andrew around, I am wondering if you know where he goes."

At the unexpected inquiry by Scarlet, Clara managed to conceal her surprise with her smile and explained his son's busyness in tackling a bit of an issue. Despite her mistrust, that girl commented no more. Nevertheless, her eyes traveled around in the discovery of Andrew's existence to ensure her honesty.

The mimic of her distrust coerced Clara to assert that none of her words was a lie. "You won't spot him in this ballroom, Ms. Williams."

Scarlet muted her mouth from any response to Clara's assertive remarks and swallowed her disappointment which overwhelmed her chest with loads of suspicion. To cope with her inconvenience, she joined the throngs of the people and let their laughter kill her loneliness upon the leave of Andrew, her fiance.

***

Behind the shadow of the night, Jane, with Andrew as her prisoner, let the darkness of the forest devour them after successfully tricking the bodyguards. The foliage above them obscured the path they went through which forced Jane to mind her steps not to trip her feet.

Along the journey, her grip on his tied hands never loosened. Despite being under her control, she should watch over him; her inadvertence could cost her life for the hostage man was more powerful than she was.

The darkness of midnight caged them after long wandering. There, at the end of the road, a deep ravine welcomed them. Jane harshly shoved the body of her enemy, Andrew, to the ground which impacted him not, for her power could not cause any pain to him. Still, in his knotted hands, Andrew succeeded in standing up to his feet with less energy.

Down there laid the precipitous cavernous cliff which would swallow whoever plunged into it; it was certain that no one would survive gliding inside it.

Jane's lips turned up into a wicked smirk for her heart whispered an evil idea. In an instant, she posed the muzzle of her pistol on Andrew's neck; that man shut his eyes, but not in resignation.

"You have nowhere to go now. If you dare to take one step back, you will end up dead."

Andrew scoffed at the girl's chatter, staring at her without a gleam of hopelessness or dread; on the perverse, he challenged her. His sneer rose on his lips.

"It may be your only chance to kill me for when we meet again, you'll probably lose your life at my hands. if I were you I wouldn't waste my time."

Andrew's intimidating words boiled Jane with outrage for his belittlement of her so that she ate his provocation. Her eyes reddened and the grip on the gun tightened. The muzzle of the revolver soon trusted the skin of his neck.

There were two ways of dying, either letting his blood wash her gun or allowing the cliff to consume his body. Both would grant him eternal life in the darkness.