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ˣ‿ˣ Chapter Eleven ˣ‿ˣ

Some time later it finally sinks what doctor Holland said. The pain is from my mate. And it's nothing compared to what he feels.

My wolf, Sty, and I growl. I feel my eyes flicker with blue colour — the indication of Sty's presence. I pull the IV from my arm and stand up, nearly collapsing as I take a step. With the help of the wall, I successfully come to the door and open them. I walk out, ignoring the nurses running to me and calling for doctors. I limp outside, causing the pack members to look at me surprised.

I am still in the hospital gown and, clearly, cannot walk straight. It is not surprising they are looking at me strangely.

„Zayn. Gather the search party. Meet me outside the pack house." I say through the mind link and shut it before he can question me. I march to the pack house and wait there. There is no sense in going to get some clothes because they will tear them when we shift. I wait until Zayn and Niall come with a few other trackers.

„What are you doing outside the hospital bed?" Zayn asks and crosses his arms over his chest.

„Saving my mate." I say and start shifting. The group looks at me wide-eyed and in shock but they quickly get themselves together. They follow my example of shifting and we start running just as doctor Holland comes running and yelling I should not be moving yet. Niall cheers through the mind link of our search party, shouting how exciting this is and about my mate. Gosh, that kid.

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It's close to nightfall when we make a plan of action. We are outside the hunter's house, which Xio tracked down. She has one of the best noses in the pack.

The plan is to wait until they leave, or well, most of them leave. I doubt this house is their HQ, I have seen hunter headquarters and this is not it. Yes, there is a small training ground but it is just that — small.

Nobody said anything about my mate or him being a hunter, which is primarily because I did not tell them that fact. I just ordered them to track hunters and they happily did. I could tell they wanted to know why we were here, together with why I mentioned my mate.

„Polly, go scout the area," I order her, making her slightly flinch because she did not expect me to talk. She nods, camouflaging with the woods. Her fur colour is perfect for sneaking.

Sty lifts our head up, nose working to detect any smell. Pine, flowers, the tracking group… blood. Sty growls, I practically feel our eye colour mixing. It is the same blood smell I sensed a week ago, when our mate was injured.

Polly comes into view. „Five hunters, drinking in the kitchen. Guns on the counter, probably more weapons in the room. It smells of alcohol so bad I almost vomited." She informs us.

„Do you think we could take them?" Logen asks. I think about it.

These werewolves are a part of the best trackers of the region, but they are not best fighters. When we were leaving, I did not think about this part, blinded by pure determination and stupidity. Zayn is a warrior, but the others…

„Of course we can!" Hyen says. His wolf wags his tail and his chest puffs. „Yes, we didn't take the warriors training, but you train us better then some packs to their warriors. And yes, it was clear on your face that you were thinking of that." He answers my quiet question. I hesitate, but all of them nod.

„It's not that I doubt you all, but what if you get hurt?"

„It happens to the best."

They all look at me, and I'm considering just calling for more pack members just in case there's more of hunters inside that cannot be seen, when a scream echoes through the air.

I react immediately.

I charge towards the house.