Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Lucifer Argent P.O.V

“Ah son, there you are. She’s terribly useless, she has to go.” My Dad stated with no remorse.

He’s letting her go ?

“You’re releasing her ?” I asked with an unusual feel of hope ?

Why am I hoping that she would be released ?

“Of course not, I’m gonna kill her, what happened to you ?” He asked.

“Nothing happened to me, I still hate them.” I denied. I still do hate them.

I looked over at an unconscious Valentine who stirring up. There were slashes on her skin that are bleeding.

I couldn’t do anything about it even though every cell in my body were craving and begging me to. I fought it staying stock-still.

“Oh really, ready to do a task I’m gonna ask you now ?” He dared.

“Bring it on.” I said.

Valentine was finally conscious but she was still on the floor getting up on her knees.

I felt relieved somehow.

For the first time, I wasn’t ready for the task that he dared. Not that I couldn’t, I just wouldn’t.

“Okay then, kill her.” He ordered throwing me a gun.

I caught it mid-air.

I looked at him with eyes wide before fixing my gaze at her. Her eyes were welled up in tears whimpering.

I aimed the gun at her as she looked at me with tired eyes. She looked so weak. Her eyes held no hope. She wasn’t begging to live her life anymore. She just closed them waiting for me to pull the trigger and end her life.

She really thought that I would do it? Yes, I said it but no matter how much I try to mean it, I couldn’t.

One of the guard pulled on her hair down making her face up giving me a chance to have an easier aim for me.

“Prove it son, shoot her now!” My fathers voice echoed through.

My hands were shaking holding the gun, I’ve held much more bigger and heavier guns, using them like a piece of cake and carrying them like light feathers.

But now it seemed like it was the heaviest thing I’ve ever carried. One tear flowed down her cheek.

I couldn’t do it.

“Do it!′ My father bellowed coming towards me.

“I can’t” I confessed.

“Why can’t you ? You’re disgracing me.” He hurled and slapped me.

“No!” She screamed.

My head snapped towards her direction.

“Kill me but don’t hurt him.” She cried.

“Got your wish child,” my dad told and before I could react, he snatched the gun from my shaking hands and pulled the trigger right in front of my eyes.

It felt like my world came crashing down.