Hunted

Chapter 9-Regrets of a Madman

Chapter 9-Amias' POV

When I heard the symphony of howls, I knew that they’d done it. They’d caught Azula.

                Rage unlike any I’d ever known made me see red.

                I wanted to kill that fucking bastard of an Alpha. I wanted to tear the skin from his body just to watch him writhe, and then, when he’d beg me to stop, I’d cut off his balls and feed them to him. I’d peel off his skin with my claws to show everyone what he was really like on the inside. Only then would I show him the mercy of killing him.

                I smiled darkly as I imagined the scene, so caught up in my thoughts that I almost didn’t hear the distant chatter outside that was growing steadily closer. When the noise finally breached the dark veil of my thoughts, I jerked as if struck, snapping out of my daydream.

                I tuned into the noise, picking up a lot of meaningless chatter about the upcoming feast and visiting pack. I also picked up a few mutterings about a certain female putting up more of a fight than they’d expected.

                I growled. Damn it. They really had caught her. My heart started pounding hard at having my suspicions confirmed.

                This was all my fault.

                Guilt ate at me, demanding my attention, but I pushed it back. I didn’t want to deal with that now. Not when I could be doing better things with my time. Like finding out what the fuck was going on out there. Damn this circle to the fiery pits of hell. I should be out there to protect her from them! I could only imagine what she was going through.

                I tensed as the smell of vanilla washed over me. She was here.

                Azula didn’t seem to be saying anything. Was she alright? Had they hurt her? What had they done to get her here? Would she ever forgive me? My heart twisted when I imagined her beautiful face scrunched up in pain, blood leaking from an unseen wound... She was my angel, my delicate rose petal, even if I knew nothing about her. She was mine. I protected what was mine. But I couldn’t fucking protect her from in here!

                “Take her to the smallest cave,” Reynolds’ voice commanded. That was the cave next to mine! Maybe I could try and communicate with her...

                Her intoxicating scent grew stronger as I presumed she was taken to the cave. There was a soft thud as I assumed they dumped her body. Bastards. Would it kill them to be gentle with my little mate?

                A snarl sounded moments later as a coppery tang filled my mouth and the air. They’d made her bleed? My fists clenched convulsively as I struggled to remain calm.

                I listened in to all the happenings of her cave, the murderous rage growing within me. How dare he? How dare that fucking Alpha touch what’s mine? How dare he talk to her in such a way? I was the only one who could know her passions. Me. Not him.

                The images of what he could have done to her swirled around and around in my head. My hands clutched at my hair and pulled, trying desperately to dislodge the images. But they stayed.

                Did she enjoy his attentions? Would she rather it him that touched her than I?

                I sniffed, glad that I couldn’t smell her desire. But when the putrid stench of his arousal teased my nostrils, I lost it. Aku, who had been pacing inside me with barely controlled fury, burst from my skin.