Chapter Fourteen - We need to leave

Freya Rose

“So Freya, how do you know about my boys? I thought you weren't in contact with Selene,” Azael said in his usual velvety voice.
I paused for a second not knowing what to say. Did he know that his sons were coming here? How much did he know? Had he been spying on us somehow? I had no idea why I was wasting time asking myself those questions. I needed to answer him, and it needed to be good.
“Well?” He asked, his voice becoming a little more agitated.
He then strolled up to me and roughly grabbed my face. If I could have seen my face right then, I would have guessed that I looked like a squashed fish with duck lips. His grip hurt, but I knew not to react, or he would see that as an invitation. He loved taking control, and he was always rough. Over the last two years, he'd had his way with me many times. I'd never seen anything wrong with it, but now, knowing that he is Selene's mate, changes everything.
I could hear the guy's heartbeats racing behind me, I knew that they wanted to react and try to kill him, but I waved my hand behind me to indicate that they leave it. I have this under control, well at least I think I do. I looked up into Azael's eyes and then ignited my hand, I then ran my finger seductively down his arm. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, so my fiery touch made all the hairs on his arm stand up. I placed my other hand onto his chest, and I could feel his body trembling with immense excitement.
“Leave us!” I shouted in my Alpha voice, I knew it wouldn't work on Evan or Mason, but Finn had no way of disobeying me.
I then mind linked Finnley,
“Please get them out of here, I need to keep Azael sweet. I don't think he knows anything, but I can smell the rage coming off of all three of you, so I'm guessing he can too. Call the pack back, and then prepare for the arrival of Marik and Traian. I'm counting on you to keep Evan and Mason away, ok?”
I ignited my hand that was on Azael’s chest and pushed it hard against the buttons on his shirt. They began to melt and then harden again as they came into contact with his ice-cold skin. It was basically the same effect that candle wax has on human bodies. But as he was a fallen angel, he needed something with a little more bite, so to speak, and we'd found that melted plastic did the trick. I heard Finn whisper to the guys,
“We need to leave!”
“Are you fucking insane? I'm not leaving her here with that thing!” Mason boomed.
Azael hissed at him, and then lunged forwards. I shoved both of my hands into his chest, and just about managed to hold him back. I knew to keep Azael onside I had no choice but to do what I did next. I spun around and sprinted towards Mason, I then grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. I put my face as close to his as possible, and with sadness on my face and pleading in my eyes, I screamed,
“I said leave! Don't make me repeat myself again, or I will tear off your wings and feed you to my hybrids, understand?”
I was hoping that he focused on the look on my face, rather than listening to my hurtful words. He gradually closed his eyes and bowed his head. I watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek and dropped down onto my arm. My heart sank as I lowered him back down to the floor and he whispered,
“I love you Fi.”
I wanted nothing more in that moment than to throw myself into his arms and scream from the rooftops that I loved him too. But if we stood any chance of escaping, I needed to keep Azael happy, and distract his curious mind. We needed his son's arrival to be a shock, because if Azael knew they were coming he could do anything. He could go on the run with me and my hybrids, or worse yet, he could make us stay and fight them, and I had no idea what we'd be up against. I didn't know if they were coming alone, or with their pack and brood. Hell, I didn't even know for sure if they would arrive at all. But, either way we needed Azael to be unaware, and this was all I could think of to distract him, and keep the others safe.
I stared at Mason as he kept his head low, he knew exactly what I was about to do, and it broke my heart. The guy was falling apart on the inside, and so was I. My hand shook as I pulled it away and pointed down the corridor. I then screamed,
“I don't love you, now leave!”
I couldn't believe I was uttering those words to him yet again. Last time I was in love with Tristan, so the words were easier to say. But this time, a lump formed in my throat and my heart screamed out for me to take the hurtful and untrue words back, but I knew I couldn't. He lifted his head up and gazed at me with his stunning eyes, that were now full of tears. It took every ounce of strength that I had in me not to burst out crying. I then made a huge mistake and mouthed the words 'I love you'.
I guess Azael was watching us a little more than I'd thought, he saw what I mouthed and within seconds Azael was beside us. He grabbed Mason by his hair and threw him into the bedroom. He then stared into Evan's eyes and screamed,
“If you wish to keep your heart beating in your chest, I suggest you leave this instant.”
He must have used his Sire voice because Evan didn't even bother to react, he just turned around slowly and began to walk off down the corridor. I looked at Finnley, and then tilted my head towards Evan, silently telling Finn to follow him. He understood my unspoken order and began to chase after Evan. I turned back around to face Azael, and just as my eyes met his, his hand connected with my face. The force of the slap made my ears ring, and my head jolt to the side. I'm surprised I wasn't knocked out, or at least knocked to the ground.
I held my stinging cheek as I looked back up at Azael. He had a face like thunder and his eyes were jet black. I knew as soon as I saw the white swirling circles in his eyes, that I was in big trouble. He thrust his hand forwards and grabbed me around my neck, and then pulled me up and off of the floor with great ease. He stared into my eyes as I kicked my legs around, and grabbed at my throat. He then said in a deep and velvety voice,
“Do not try to deceive me again Freya, I don't like being played, or made a fool of. Trust me, I am one enemy you do not wish to make. Now, if you answer my questions honestly, then I will not kill this man, understand?”
I nodded my head slightly, and he instantly dropped me to the floor. He then walked into the bedroom, pulled out my dressing table chair, and sat down. He then patted his knee for me to go and sit. I reluctantly obeyed and walked over to him, and then perched myself onto his knee. He gripped my waist and pulled me in close to him. He then roughly yanked my arm out straight and put two of his fingers on the vein in my wrist. I guess he was going to be checking my pulse to see if I was lying.

“Right, first question. Do you love this hunter?” He asked me while nodding in Masons direction.
I watched as Mason pulled himself up slightly and then sat on the floor with his legs crossed. He stared up at me, and I didn't need him to project his feelings towards me, because the regret was painted all over his face. With a soft smile aimed at Mason, I replied,
“Yes I do, more than anything.”
Azael's fingers pressed into my wrist harder as he felt my pulse. He then said,
“A yes or no will be sufficient.”
I rolled my eyes and replied sarcastically,
“Yes!”
“Ok, next question. Why is he here?” He asked in a deep tone.
I had to think about the question. I also thought it would have been another yes or no question, like the last one. The guy needed to make up his mind already. I guess I took a little too long to answer, because Azael then grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanked my head backwards and then hissed into my face,
“Why is he here Freya?”
“He's here because I couldn't live without him. The Hunter bond was slowly killing me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. I held out for as long as I could, but the pain got too much. I needed him,” I replied while staring up at the ceiling.
His fingers pressed into my wrist, checking my pulse. He seemed happy with my answer, as he gradually released my hair. I pulled my head back up and waited for his next question. It went on like that for hours, him asking me questions and me answering them honestly. Then when I thought he'd finally finished, he asked me one last question,
“Why were you asking about my son's?” He asked in his deep velvety voice.
This was the question that I was dreading the most. What could I say without letting slip that they were coming here? How could I word it without alerting him to my dishonesty? I turned my head to face him, and I couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across my face. Azael furrowed his brow, and he tilted his head at me, as his eyes widened, while my own illuminated. He dropped my wrist and went to move, but it was too late, I ascended and burst into flames. He screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. As my wings extended, the force of them pushed him backwards and the chair tipped back sending us slamming into the floor.
I knew that we'd have a minute or two to escape while he laid on the floor burning in my flames. He would have to get to the shower quickly. I jumped up and sprinted towards Mason, he had stood up and was staring at Azael while he rolled around screaming. I grabbed his hand and pulled a shell-shocked Mason out of the room. We ran down the corridor and out onto the landing. My flames had travelled up his arm and he was almost entirely engulfed in my flames, as we sprinted down the stairs as quickly as we could.
“What the fuck was that? Why are we running?”Mason shouted out to me.
“They are here!”I whispered to him.
I could hear Azael bellowing from the landing, so I looked around, and then saw him ascend above us. He screeched up into the air, and the sound that came out of him was demonic, and it sent a shiver down my spine. As I watched him, the light that was shooting out from his eyes and mouth, wasn't like our brilliant white light, it was a deep blood red instead. His huge jet-black wings fanned out, and I was shocked to see that all of his feathers were chard. I looked back down and concentrated on the last few steps. As we reached the bottom of the stairs we sprinted through the hall and towards the front door. I turned back to look for Azael, but he wasn't there. My gaze was refocused as he landed in front of us with a roaring thud.
We skidded to a stop and Mason put his arm out and pushed me behind him. Azael descended, placed his arms behind his back and then walked towards us. We backed up slowly and my eyes searched around the room for somewhere to run.
“There is no point in running Freya, neither of you is fast enough,” he said patronizingly.
My shoulders slumped, as I knew he was right. Even if I could outrun him for a few seconds, Mason was nowhere near fast enough, he would be caught and killed within seconds. Time slowed down, and I became hypersensitive. I noticed Mason's deep and labored breathing. I could feel the delicate yet protective grip of his hands on my arms. I could even hear his heartbeat banging away like a tribal drum, and I could smell...
“Selene?” I questioned out loud, and as I did the giant double doors flew open, and a huge pure white Lycan came charging through the hall.
It was growling and the sound was utterly monstrous. I knew immediately that it was Selene, she must have stood around 7ft tall, and she ran on her two legs like a human. But everything else about her was a magnificent wolf. She launched herself at Azael, and before he had a chance to turn around and face her, she jumped onto his back and sank her humungous canines into his shoulder.
“Ahhhrrgghh!” He screamed out in agony as his entire shoulder disappeared into her mouth.
He grabbed her by her neck and ripped her off of his shoulder, he then threw her across the room, and she flew right out of the double doors and landed on the steps outside. Azael screamed into the air as he ripped what remained of his chard shirt off of his body. My eyes scanned over his muscular back, as the muscles popped and bulged along with his rage. Blood poured out of the puncture wounds on his shoulder, and I wondered why they weren't healing. And while my eyes examined all of the deep claw mark scars on his back, I realized who they had come from, Selene.
Her Lycan form was just the right size to have inflicted the many scars that were etched into his skin. How many times over the centuries have these two fought? Mason and I stood and watched as Azael ascended again. From this angle I got to see how the skin on his shoulder blades separated and sliced open, as his wings began to emerge from his body like a butterfly from its cocoon. It looked excruciating but I knew from personal experience that it wasn't.
Azael was stood in front of us with his arms spread and his ashen wings fanned out, as he screeched up into the air. Then all of a sudden he was flying through the air past us. It happened so fast that the sound took a few seconds to catch up. There was a monstrous hiss and then an enormous crash as he landed back first onto the hall table. Crouched on top of him was a dark-haired guy, and he was punching him in the face with one fist, then the other. He punched him faster and faster, until his fists became a blur. Azael screamed out with rage as he threw the guy up into the air, and when gravity dragged the guy back down, Azael then kicked him. The guy flew over the banister, landed on the stairs, and then fell down a few before coming to a stop.
Azael stood up and ran his bloodied face along the length of his forearm. He then spat blood out onto the floor and then focused his vengeful eyes on me. I raised my eyebrows in a panic, not knowing what to do. I was frozen on the spot, completely hypnotized by his eyes. Mason quickly yanked on my arm and dragged me towards the double doors, where Finn and Selene were waiting for us. They were ushering with their hands and shouting for us to hurry. I turned around to see where Azael was, and as I did, a gigantic ash gray wolf launched itself at Azael, sending him crashing into the floor. The wolf then lunged at his face, but Azael quickly raised his arm up. I heard the bone crack and break under the wolf’s jaws as it clamped down onto his arm.
Azael screamed out with rage again, and I watched in horror as he grabbed a hold of the wolf's face and pulled it towards him. He opened his mouth wide and then sank his fangs into the wolf’s ear. The wolf screamed out in pain as Azael then ripped the poor things ear off. The wolf whimpered and whined as it cowered down onto the floor. He had blood pouring out of his wound, that was quickly soaking into his beautiful gray fur. Azael then stood up and booted the wolf in the stomach, making it whimper even more. He then shouted out in a dominant tone,
“Think you can beat me eh son? I'll teach you a lesson or two,” he then kicked the poor wolf in the head, sending it jolting upwards and knocking him out cold.
Azael didn't have time to gloat though, because the other guy who had fallen down the stairs was now crouched on the banister. I watched as he launched himself off of the banister and landed right on Azael's back. As he struggled to throw him off, the gray wolf woke up and got to his feet, he then lunged at Azael and that was the last thing I saw. Selene yanked my arm and then screamed,
“Freya come on, we need to leave, now!”
She dragged me across the path and then bundled me into the back of a black hummer, and she then jumped into the front seat. We sped off within seconds of us getting into the car. With everything that had just happened, all I could do was exhale heavily, close my eyes, and rest my head into my hands. As I sat there in silence, trying to slow down my breathing, I felt an arm slide across my back and then rest on my waist. He pulled me towards him, kissed the top of my head, and then whispered softly,
“It's ok Fi, you're free now.”
As soon as Mason's words filled my ears the flood gates opened. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and sobbed into his chest. The idea of being free was amazing, but then doubt crept into my mind. If Selene's sons don't kill Azael, then how free will I truly be? He will hunt me and the other hybrids down, I know he will. He needs us to fight against the archangels, we are his only weapon. He is a desperate man, with his life on the line, there is no way that he will let us go without a fight.
Mason stroked my hair as I tried my best to calm myself down. When I had no more tears left in me, I turned my head to the side and rested it on Mason's now soggy t-shirt. I sat there staring blankly at the back of the black leather seat in front of me, letting a numb feeling wash over me as my thoughts, fears and worries consumed me.