The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 20: The wolf

I fell asleep at some point and was woken up by a noise in the room, I groggily opened my eyes expecting to see Hunter, but it wasn’t him.

My attacker from earlier was in my room and held a knife. Pfft, what an amateur, werewolves didn’t need knives, but then again, he most likely assumed I was a human who didn’t know about the supernatural world, he probably hadn’t even realized his eyes had changed to gold during the attack, sometimes the wolf would come to the surface, but they’d be so distracted by their anger or whatever emotion brought it out that they didn’t always realize.

He was clearly using the weapon to scare me into keeping quiet, he held a finger to his lips and came over to me. Before I even had time to think, he had punched me in the face the force knocking me back down onto the bed, he straddled me trying to pull my trousers down while his other hand was covering my mouth to muffle my screams from any neighbors.

He must not have realized Hunter was here, I fought against him and seeing the lamp beside me on the table I decided to sacrifice the trousers and stopped struggling so much allowing him to pull them down, he was busy pulling at my panties next and I reached an arm out as far as I could for the lamp and managed to grab it.

I threw it towards the bedroom door, it didn’t reach the door like I had hoped it would, but it did make a loud crash hitting the hardwood floor.

Hunter came in at the noise and saw the werewolf who was now climbing on top of me, not noticing Hunter so intent he was on me.

Hunter came over and literally picked the wolf up and threw him off me onto the floor. I watched as the wolf’s eyes turned bright gold, and he began to growl at Hunter. Hunter growled back, surprising the wolf. He got up off the floor and punched Hunter in the face, Hunter didn’t even flinch, even though it split his lip.

I watched as the guy punched him again and kicked him too, but Hunter not once flinched or reacted except to block what hits he could. He was bleeding from the side of his head, and I knew the werewolf was hitting him with the strength of his wolf, something he hadn’t used on me, or I’d be close to dead with just one hit.

I wondered how bad he had been tortured in hell to not react to the pain he must have been feeling, or was it nothing compared to the pain of hell? I shuddered at the thought.

The werewolf was using supernatural strength and speed, which is why Hunter didn’t block every hit, but the next punch the wolf threw, Hunter grabbed his fist much like he had me when he’d kidnapped me, and I’d tried to throw a punch.

He didn’t give the same warning to the wolf that he’d given me, he squeezed and kept squeezing until I heard bones snapping, the wolf cried out and fell to his knees and I knew if Hunter punched him, he would knock him clean out, so I got there first and punched the wolf in the face, it hurt like hell, but it was worth it to see his look of surprise.

I kicked him, making him fall to the floor, “Fucker!” I yelled and began slapping him in a frenzy. Hunter stood back and watched, but when I lost control and tears fell down my cheeks, he pulled me away gently.

He knocked the wolf out and had to hold me tight as I screamed and fought to break free and carry on the attack. “Destiny, calm down,” he murmured, holding me tight against his chest.

Slowly I calmed down and he let me go. I saw the guy unconscious on the floor and looked at Hunter, I could have kissed him for saving my butt and I decided to.

I went over to him, “thank you,” I whispered and reached up and kissed his lips. It was the first time we had ever kissed, and I wanted to kiss him properly but was afraid he would push me away, so I gave a chaste kiss and stepped back.

I expected him to look flustered or something, but there was nothing, he looked cold and neutral, and I tried to hide disappointment, at least he didn’t say anything or show revulsion I thought.

Hunter looked at the wolf on the floor and grabbing him he found a dressing gown tie and some other things to tie the guy to my kitchen chair. “What are you going to do with him?” I asked.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On what he says.”

“Will you kill him?” I asked.

“If I need to, yes.”

I gulped. “Are you going to torture him?”

When he looked at me with raised eyebrows, I shrugged and said, “your brother said you’re hells favorite torturer.”

I could have sworn he looked uncomfortable with that comment, and then he became unreadable again and shrugging, answered, “if need be then most likely.”

I really didn’t want to be there for that. When the wolf began to stir, we both looked at him.

“What the f**k is this?” He groaned, tugging against the ties, I wasn’t sure they would hold him for long, even though Hunter had done a scarily good job.

Hunter stepped in front of the wolf and in that chillingly ice cold tone asked, “why did you attack this woman?”

The wolf spat at his feet and out of nowhere, Hunter slammed his fist into the wolf’s face, but not hard enough to knock him out.

“Why?” Hunter asked again in that eerily calm tone.

I found Hunter more terrifying than anyone I had met before because he was truly scary without having to ever lose control or raising his voice, just a look from him could have you cowering and when he did attack you it was always so eerily calm, cold and calculated.

I recalled Jake saying Hunter was passionate with torture and I dreaded to think what that would look like.