Devoted ║ Liam Dunbar

║Chapter 25║

Gasping, I spun around in shock to see three men dressed in black with a huge gun aimed towards the two of us, also several weapons and stun guns tucked within their coats and pockets.

At first neither Liam or I knew what to say. I mean were these guys hunters?

''N-no..'' I stammered out eventually feeling their piercing glares on my face, Liam's hand raised to my arm and held me back slightly, the two of us still sat like young children amoungst the leaves. ''No?'' What must be the leader walked forwards, cracking the several twigs and branches under his heavy, soggy looking boots. All three of them had messy facial hair that looked like they had been growing for weeks, greasy and tangled hair all pulled back into plates or a low pony tail, they were extremely intimidating and hard to miss.

I was certain that these guys were hunters. Who else would point a gun at two random teenagers.

''Are you sure?? Because why would, he  be healing so quick?'' The first man nudged his gun towards Liam. ''I'm not healing.'' Liam spat back, clamping his bloodied hand over his wound. Even if it was healed or not they wouldn't be able to see.

The three men all exchanged a look causing me to swallow harshly out of nerves. ''Do you know what this is? Hm,either of you?'' The man talked to us as though we were vulnerable school children. He gestured his gun towards us, my instinct to knock it away but that would probably cause more trouble.

''A-a gun?'' I swallowed, acting dumb, Liam's uneasy hot breath on the back of my neck causing me to panic a little more than I already was. Sarcastically the man laughed ushering it  the frightful object forwards, bending down so he was in our faces. ''It's a silver bullet gun, one shot and both of you are dead.'' His voice was icy and frightening. I knew there was no chance to survive a silver bullet wound. Even a little scratch would kill a werewolf.

''Why would you shoot us?'' Liam suddenly spoke up, acting innocent like myself. The three men, exchanged looks again before the man infront became angry, clenching his jaw and raising the gun to my head, a slight scream leaving my lips

There was an extremely loud 'bang' that echoed around us. On instinct I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for what was about to come but... Nothing. For a second I was in shock, was I dead? No. Was I injured, no? Opening my eyes I glanced around, the gun was laid in front of me, the hunter who was holding it groaning on the floor.

''DROP THE WEAPONS NOW!'' A loud voice cried out causing me to jump back. ''Liam..'' I whimpered for reassurance as he wrapped his tense arms around my front. I breathed out in releif and fright when I realised he was still there. To my right, the police all gathered around holding up their weapons, who regognized as my dad running forwards, gun held in his right hand.

He stood in front of us, protecting us from the other armed men. ''DROP THEM NOW!'' He yelled out, ''DROP THEM OR WE WILL SHOOT!'' Another officer yelled out, the two hunters immediatly dropping their weapons and attempting to run but they were shot in the legs, disabling them as several officers rushed forwards to cuff them.

''Are you both okay? What happened?'' Immediatly my dad turned around, tucking his gun into his pocket and crouching down to our level. His hand rested on my shoulder as I moved forwards, holding him tightly. ''T-they were hunters.'' I quietly spoke as my dad frowned letting out a stressed sigh. ''Hunters?!'' A sudden voice cried out as I screamed noticing it was just Stiles. ''Dont do that.'' I replied, gesturing to the fact he crept up on us both.

''Stiles, I thought I told you to stay in the car- but anyway, all three of you get in the car, I'm gonna have to call your parents if you don't mind Liam..'' Dad breathed out, Liam's face immediatly dropped and he let out a worried gulp, scratching his arm.  ''Wha- dad no, this is hunters we're talking about. If his mom finds out about all this supernatural then he's screwed.'' I exclaimed as the sheriff handed us both blankets.

''Look..'' Dad took a few glances around to his team who were busy dealing with the three hunters. ''I can hide some details, but Liam's parents have to be called in.''

''Thanks..'' Liam responded softly. ''Thanks dad..'' I then mumbled being helped up and walking over to the car. ''Uh so.. Do you want to tell me what the hell happened?'' Stiles raised his voice turning around when my dad left Liam, Stiles and I in the car.

''Ugh, Stiles- we were walking through the woods, Liam got his leg stuck in a bear trap..'' I ticked the events off on my fingers as I went along. ''The-''

''Bear trap?'' Stiles suddenly jumped up frowning. ''Yeah.. It uh healed though.'' Liam awkwardly kicked his leg off as Stiles kinda nodded. ''Right..''

''I think the hunters laid them down, I don't know how many more could be in the woods, they had something like 'black blood' written across them. I'm guessing that's what they call themselves.'' I rolled my eyes at the pathetic attempt of them making their name to sound threatening or whatever.

''Black blood. I've never heard of it.. Was there just three hunters out there?'' Stiles frowned as I nodded turning to Liam. ''One had a silver bullet gun.. They didn't mention anybody's names- so they probably don't know about Scott, yet. Anyway, we just kinda played it off like we weren't werewolves but they didn't buy it.'' I rambeled.

''Do you think they'll come back??'' Liam suddenly piped up. ''Well looks like they're not going to be walking for a while.. So probably not.'' Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh seeing them basically being carried to the police van due to their wounds. It made me cringe seeing all their weapons that varied from stun guns to daggers lined up on the floor, I wonder how they even got hold of all that? They are hunters after all but still there was tones...

''But how many more is there?? We need to talk to Scott..'' I responded.

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Of course that night we were yet again in the sheriff's station, so straight after school the next day we headed to Scott's for another pack meeting. ''I really can't be bothered explaining the story again.'' I dropped my head on the table, ''look- my leg almost got ripped off by a bear trap, some hunters came, almost shot us with a silver bullet gun, do we have to repeat it again.'' Liam kind of barked out, this would be the fourth time we had to explain this.

''Okay Liam, we know you almost got killed, but calm down.'' Stiles playfully joked but I slapped his arm. ''Please shut up.'' I begged.

''Do you think there's anymore hunters?'' I then spoke up, turning to see Liam's hand hanging off the edge of his seat. Slowly I dropped my hand, his fingers brushing against mine as I slipped my own into his. The warmth made me calm down from the fustration I was feeling at the moment, all I wanted to do was go home and order junk food- with Liam and Liam alone.

Just a day or night together where we weren't interuppted by either Stiles, crazy hunters or the pack would be perfect. Plus the relationship was kinda new, so of course I wanted to learn more about him.

''Probably.'' Malia shrugged as Stiles flashed his insensitive girlfriend a 'really' look. ''Malia's right..'' Scott then added, ''we can't trust anybody-''

''we can't go anywhere, we can't go out at night- and we can't have a life.'' I cut him off as he breathed out.

''Well when you put it that way...''