TWO WEEKS LATER
Anastasia slammed her back against a car, gasping for air as she took a closer look at the gunshot wound on her left arm. Shit! She needed to take out the bullet before the wound could even begin to heal but the damn silver must've already dissolved in her blood. It was a special kind of bullet that if not taken out in the next thirty minutes would only dissolve faster and weaken her werewolf core.
The sky was dark and her senses were all over the place. She needed to get out of here-
"Find her quickly!"
She went silent at that order and she knew she couldn't stay here any longer. This has been going on for two weeks now. Ever since she escaped from Noble Hunters Pack, the news had spread like wildfire.
She had been labelled as a rogue who was to be brought back dead or alive.
She saw her poster everywhere on the walls, the newspaper stand and even on the billboards. The werewolf government was serious in her case- if only they had taken Weston's investigation seriously but they insisted on blaming her.
But now it was up to her to find his killer. Why were they trying to kill her when she had finally found a stronger reason to live?
It wasn't just the government that was after her nor the Noble Hunters Pack, there was a much bigger association and those were the ones who managed to land a hit on her.
They had moved so silently and attacked so quickly. She didn't see it coming.
She ripped the end of her T-shirt, one she had stolen from a wire and she wrapped it around her wound, tying it with her teeth to stop the bleeding.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," one of them said in a sing-song voice. He was having a lot of fun and she could tell.
Bastard! She wanted to rip out his head.
"Shit! You think she got away-"
Anna pushed herself up and poked her head out, aiming the gun at one who had lowered his weapon, she fired once and watched as he fell to the ground.
Bingo!
"Over there!"
"That crazy bitch! She got Number 3!"
"That's his problem. He talked too much anyways."
She could agree with them on that one. She picked herself up, ignoring the pain and she dashed towards another car. She ducked when bullets came flying, missing her other arm and only grazing her skin.
"Give it up, ma'am!"
She crawled under the car, luckily she had lost weight and her ass wasn't what it used to be so it was easy to fit to the other side. She froze when she saw black boots slowly walking by the side of the car. Good thing she had concealed her scent a long while ago. She would've been found out.
"It's over. That first bullet is going to shut you down-"
Not if she took him down first.
She crawled with her bad arm and rushed to push herself between his legs, twisting her body that she laid on her back, she aimed the gun at his chin. "Over here, stupid-" he looked down in shock but it was already too late to react.
Bang!
He collapsed next to her and she quickly took over his weapon and checked his bullets. She ran her hands over the gun and she cursed low under her breath when she felt the two bumps on the gun.
There was no mistake.
"The Creed, huh?" They were what anyone would call a 'legal assassination organisation' and they worked for both the human and werewolf governments. It was strange and while some tried to question why this was allowed, no one knew who to ask.
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The Beta's Other Mate
Werewolf"You really should run away from me, Aunty," he kissed her cheek- so soft, he melted. "But I'll find you. No matter where you go, even death can't hide you from me," he mumbled one of his most sacred vows into her cheek. His words resonated deep in...
