My Royal Wolf Blood

Hunter

Hunter POV

“Oh, Luka, hi, I'm sorry...” My toe felt her foot pressing against it for a second. The pain was minimal, she looked as if she had so much strength, and she apologized flustered. Behind her, I lock eyes with the now professor, once a loved one, who smirks with delight. Her peach-glossy lips close, and she looks back into my private eyes, where I fear she may see hatred, her flushed cheeks just about cover her freckles, that splash across her nose and under her eyes. She is exquisite.

“Professor.” Her golden curls fell and bounced back as she kept her head down and paced out of the classroom.

I watch her joyful body walk away from me and turn a corner, I close the door, I remember the time my father told me about her, I wonder what all the fuss is about, something so pure, but so dangerous. I turn and stop at the sight of Mason.

He looks at me with dark piercing eyes, grinning as he does. My fist smashes his jaw, which did nothing anyway. He stood straight back up, rubbing his dislocated jaw that went and healed straight back into place.

“I see you haven’t changed.” He growls.

“How would you know? You weren’t there to see me change.”

“It appears you never needed me anyway.” He whispers.

“Why are you here of all places? You hated school.”

“I was at the palace for a couple of years. Most of the years I was gone, the King helped me grow.” And then it clicks.

“So, you are here for him. Because of her?” He was mute. My claws expose themselves.

“Hey. It was the King’s orders, and don’t look at me like that, I know you have linked with her. But brother, I warn you. Don’t catch feelings for her. You can not be with her, you know that.”

“Why would I catch feelings, I am linked, not sired.” He has no idea.

“I am here on business, brother...”

“Yeah, I can see that.” He mutters. “I’m sure you heard that she is also powerful. The King understands her prophecy, I am here to keep her safe.”

“You no longer need to do that, Mason. Father is here. I will be the one to keep her safe.” The fear rises in my brother. He is still young, even decades ago, he left us. Left us vulnerable. But my father became stronger, stronger with vengeance, not for my brother, but for the person that slaughtered my mother, our mother.

“Is he here? For me? Brother, if he wants me to take the responsibility, he wanted me to take it decades ago, I will not. “

“No! Father has been in so much pain. We all have felt that pain, but we have become stronger. We no longer need you.” … “But I do. You promised me that you would come back, and I waited for centuries. Father's pain is unbearable to watch by myself. He hides it in front of everyone every day, like nothing has happened. I need you more than anything, brother.”

“I know. And I do regret leaving before, she died. I regret it.” His aggressive voice mumbled to my ears. “But he will never forgive me, to see me in his eyes after mother…” He stops in his path, turning as if he couldn’t bear to look at me, “I cannot.” He sobs.