CHAPTER 246: CORNERING HIS PREY

"Did you hear a word that I said?" Killian snapped when Finn wouldn’t turn his attention back on him.

That must have jolted him out of his reverie because the man turned and shot a sheepish look at Killian. "Ah. I am sorry; this is the first time I am seeing a witch who is willing to help lycans."

"Not lycans," Tracy corrected him. She was still leaning against the wall and studying her nails, but there was a subtle change in her tone as she raised her head and looked at Finn. "I will never help your kind. You are way too arrogant and hot-blooded. Not to mention, you lie even better than a witch. I am here for Inez. She is the one who needs me."

As for what and why Inez needed her, the woman was yet to tell Killian. He had questioned her more than once, but Tracy had simply rolled her eyes and told him that he needed to keep his nose out of matters that had nothing to do with him. He did tell her that Inez was his and thus the matters related to her were also related to him, but Tracy had shut him off by saying that she saw no sign of imprinting, which meant that his claims were simply empty.

Killian still remembered the urge that ripped through him back then. His beast had asked him to rip the head of this witch off her shoulders, and if not for the fact that she meant no harm to Inez and had something that could be of help for Inez, he would have killed her.

Finn glanced at Killian and asked, "What is she trying to say?" What did she mean by that? Inez needed her?

"Ask her and see if you can get an answer," sneered Killian as he turned his attention to the hooded witch, who was no longer hooded. When he caught this witch, he thought that he had gotten his hands on something good, but it was a dud once again. A halfling.

The same thin frame, the same grey eyes and red hair. These were the common features of a halfling who had human blood in their veins. He glanced at her hand, which had started to rot like it had decomposed. He had no idea what Tracy had done to her, but–

"That must hurt quite a lot. It looks really, really bad, and I can make it worse, or you can just answer our questions."

He tilted his head to one side when the witch gave him a weak snarl. "What did you want from Inez?"

The witch looked up at him, her torn-up face creased in blinding agony. However, there was a defiant glint in those eyes as she said, "I am going to die anyway. So you can do your worst." She tipped her head toward Tracy and wheezed, "She had placed the worst kind of curse on me. Do you think I will fear you mutts?"

"You should." Killian calmly glanced at the witch without showing much offence to the insult that she had thrown his way. His beast, on the other hand —

Let me at her. I will deal with her. A mutt? She dares to call the blood of the Lycan king a mutt? Get back and let me at her!

Killian sighed, pushing his beast as far back in his head as he could. He then continued to speak as if he hadn’t taken a long pause, "I have my ways to make your wounds heal. After all, if this witch can hurt you, she can also heal you. And I can then ask my lycans to deal with you. I admit that I cannot do magic, but I can find ways to torture you. The first one being her healing you, and then my lycans tearing you apart."

"Oh, there is no need to look so horrified."

"This is not even half of what we can do to you," he chuckled. "You knew what you had risked when you decided to come after one of my pack members. You knew that you would never get out of this situation if you were caught. What you probably didn’t know is that there was an unhinged witch protecting Inez. Not that you would have gotten far because I would have chased after you."

The witch cast a fearful look at Killian and then at Tracy, who smiled at her sweetly.

Killian crouched down at the witch’s side. "I don’t need to tell you how pissed I am at the moment. My beast wants to have a go at you, and trust me, I am going to let him do that. It won’t be a simple case of clamping his jaws around your throat and suffocating you to death. Nuh-uh. You will probably endure the torment of your lifetime until my beast is bored, which will take a long time since you touched what is his. Ours. You know how Lycans like their food? Screaming, alive and shaking with terror."

He shrugged at the look of sheer terror on the face of the woman with a smile. "I see you also think it’s quite horrible. But that is how we all are. The heart wants what it wants, right?"

Finn circled the witch. He kept his eyes on her and stated, "He won’t just take a chunk out of you. We lycans don’t like to waste our food. We eat everything. Teeth, bones and even skin. So it will take a long time. So, care to tell us what your name is?"

The witch seemed to have been shaken up. She was staring at Killian as if she were looking at him in a new light. "You wouldn’t."

"So, you didn’t know what lycans do to their prey?" If this woman had not hurt Inez or tried to take him away from him, then he would have pitied her, but he couldn’t. Not when she had tried to take what was his.

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Hey fairies sorry for disrupting the schedule but I have something today so posting the Chapter a bit earlier.