Shadows Of The Pack (Aria and Knox)

Chapter Sixty Four: The Hunted

Knox's heart clenched at the sight of her, memories of their past flooding back. He stared at her and felt

nothing but hate. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Seraphina watched the exchange, her heart beating. She felt Ryder's glare on her. She wanted more

than anything to kiss her teeth at him but she remained focused on them.

Knox turned to Seraphina, ignoring Rebecca's presence, "The only reason you are still standing there

is because of what you did for my mate. Get her and get out of my study and if I even catch a glimpse

of her in the pack—"

He finally looked at Rebecca, "There will be no hesitation on my part. Pup or no pup."

Rebecca took a cautious step forward, her eyes locked with Knox's. "I didn't come here to cause

trouble," she said softly. "I just... I have nowhere else to go."

Knox's anger flared as Rebecca attempted to take another step towards him. He could feel Ryder's

protective stance next to him.

"Don't take another step, Becca," Ryder's voice was firm, a warning lacing his words.

Rebecca's eyes flickered with hurt, but she stopped in her tracks, respecting Ryder's authority. She

looked back at Knox, desperation evident in her eyes. "Please, Knox, just hear me out," she pleaded.

Knox's jaw clenched, "You forfeited any right to be heard when you betrayed us," he retorted coldly.

Rebecca's shoulders slumped, and she looked down at the ground, seemingly defeated. "I know I

messed up," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I've changed, Knox. I'm not the

same person I was back then."

Knox remained stoic, unwilling to let his guard down. "People don't change overnight," he replied. "And

even if you have, it doesn't erase the pain and damage you caused."

Tears welled up in Rebecca's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I never wanted to hurt you," she

said softly. "I just wanted power and I went too far to get it and now Nikolai is gone—" She stopped as

the tears started to flow.

Knox felt Aria's psychic pull, "She has nowhere to go and she is carrying a pup. If not for anything

else." Knox sighed wondering why his mate was so kind hearted.

"Wait outside. I need to talk to Ryder." He said, suprising everyone in the room.

Rebecca nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye. "Okay," she said, her voice choked

with emotion. "Thank you."

As Seraphina guided Rebecca out of the study, Ryder turned to Knox. "What do you want to do?" he

asked quietly.

Knox sighed, the anger slowly dissipating as he looked at his beta. "I don't know," he admitted. "My

wolf hates get but Aria…"

Knox didn't need to finished the sentence. Ryder already understood.

Ryder nodded, "Whatever you decide, I'll support you," he said. "But remember, we need to think about

other members of the pack— Lydia, Shana and most especially Melody will not be happy if decide to

let her stay."

Knox nodded in agreement, grateful for Ryder's unwavering loyalty. "I know," he said. "I will talk to them

about it before making any permanent decision but until then–"

"I will make sure she stays away from you." Ryder completed.

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In a dimly lit underground chamber, the air was heavy with anticipation as werewolf hunters from

different corners of the world gathered. The room echoed with hushed murmurs and the clinking of

weapons, creating an atmosphere of tense expectancy. The hunters, driven by their fear and hatred of

werewolves, had come together under a common purpose: to eradicate the creatures they saw as

monsters.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room became almost palpable. Whispers of previous

encounters with werewolves and tales of near escapes added to the sense of foreboding that hung in

the air. The hunters glanced at one another, their eyes filled with determination and a shared sense of

mission.

Then, like a sudden gust of wind, the room fell silent. All eyes turned toward the entrance as the leader

of the hunters, Antonio, stepped into the chamber. Tall and imposing, his presence commanded respect

and fear in equal measure. He was known for his ruthlessness and unyielding hatred for werewolves,

and the scar that ran across his face served as a constant reminder of the battles he had fought.

Antonio's gaze swept across the room, his eyes cold and calculating. His lips curled into a sneer as his

eyes settled on the wolf in the middle of the room, chained to the ground. The wolf's fur was dark as

night, and his eyes glowed with a fierce determination that matched Antonio's own.

One of the hunters stepped forward, bowing slightly in deference to their leader. "Sir, we caught him

hunting within the woods, looking for his next kill " he said, his voice respectful but filled with a hint of

excitement.

Antonio regarded the hunter with a steely gaze before turning his attention back to the captive wolf.

"Good," he replied, his voice icy. He turned to the chained wolf, "Shift."

The wolf growled, his eyes locking with Antonio's. The hatred between the two was apparent, each

seeing the other as a symbol of everything they despised. The hunters looked on, their anticipation

growing as they awaited their leader's command.

With a wave of his hand, Antonio motioned for the hunters to step back. "Prepare the ritual," he

ordered, his voice low and commanding. "We will make an example of this wolf and show the world that

we are not to be trifled with."

Antonio looked at the wolf again, his voice more commanding this time, "Shift."

A second passed and finally bones cracked as the wolf shifted into his human form.

Antonio circled the chained wolf, his eyes filled with disdain as he taunted him. " What is your name?"

The wolf glared at him, "Why do you want to know? You will kill me anyway."

A cruel smile finally rose to Antonio's lips, "Because you will be another name added to my list. Your

name wolf."

"John."

Antonio tasted the name on his tongue, "John. You werewolves think you can just take whatever you

want because you have power," he sneered. "You roam these lands, killing as you like, thinking you're

above us humans."

Jonh's eyes narrowed, but he held his ground, his voice calm and steady. "We only defend our territory

and protect our pack," he replied. "You humans have encroached on our lands, destroying the balance

of nature. You build your cities, pollute our waters, and expect us to stand idly by."

Antonio's eyes mirrored pain and anger as he retorted, "And you think slaughtering innocent people is

justified? You're nothing but savages."

John's gaze remained unwavering. "We never attacked humans unprovoked," he stated firmly. "Your

kind fears what it doesn't understand, and in turn, you hunt us down without mercy."

"And what about the children? The families you've torn apart?" Antonio spat, his spite for their kind

evident. "You call yourselves protectors, but all you bring is destruction."

John's eyes softened with sorrow. "We have lost loved ones too," he said, his voice tinged with pain.

"But we do not seek out needless violence. We only want to live in peace."

Antonio scoffed, his hatred clear in his voice. "Peace? As long as your kind exists, there will be no

peace for us humans," he growled.

"You can't blame an entire species for the actions of a few," John replied, trying to reason with Antonio.

"We are not monsters; we have families, feelings, and the same desire for safety and happiness as you

do."

"Save your lies," Antonio retorted, his voice cold and unyielding. "You've caused enough suffering. The

world would be better off without your kind."

John's eyes flashed with anger, but he took a deep breath, trying to remain composed. "We are not the

monsters here," he said firmly. "Your hatred blinds you to the truth. We only defend ourselves and our

loved ones, just like you do."

Antonio shook his head, refusing to listen. "You expect me to believe that?" he spat. "Your kind has

taken enough lives. I will pick all of you one after the other and bring and you will all meet your end."

"Everything has been set in place for the ritual." The room fell silent as every hunter anticipated what

would happen next.

All eyes were on Antonio as he stepped forward, a look of triumph in his eyes. He raised a silver

dagger, its blade glinting in the candlelight, and the room held its breath.

The tension reached its peak as Antonio brought the dagger down. Their eyes met and Antonio smiled

just before the dagger pierced his head and he saw the fear evident in the wolf's eyes.

As John fell to the ground with a thud, one of the hunters stepped forward offering a cloth to Antonio.

He took it wiping the blood off his blade.

Finally he turned to the hunters in the room, "I will waste no one's time but giving a long speech. We

know why we habe gathered here." His hand went to the scar on his face, "These creatures have taken

away so much from us but not anymore. From today on wards, we hunt and we kill."

"Death to all werewolves." One of the hunters shouted and the cheers erupted.

Antonio finally smiled fully as he looked at the dead on the floor, "Death to all werewolves."