The Night Wolf novel Chapter 25

"Are you sure?"

"Hundred percent."

"You sure sure? This is a once in a life time opportunity."

"I'll live."

"You'll regret it in the future for missing a chance with me."

"I'll have to live with my regret then."

"Your loss." He muttered as Willow continued walking, her hand still wrapped around the pepper spray, ready to attack if he comes after her. Hopefully he didn't.

She found herself in a long hallway at the end of the stairs. There were three doors at one side and two the other.

Willow turned the knob to the first, but it was locked. She continued to the second and was about to turn the knob but stopped in time, when she heard sounds from the room, the type which should not be mentioned here. She opened the last door on her right, thankfully it wasn't locked.

But opening this door might be her biggest regret, rejecting the drunk guy on the stairs wasn't.

Pushed against the wall was Peyton Walker, with her hand running over the guy who was kissing her. The guy without a doubt was Hunter. She was sure with the sting that soon followed.

Peyton was one of Triple's best friends, and here she was, making out with her best friend's boyfriend.

Willow felt frozen to the spot unable to stop the tears anymore.

Willow felt rooted to the spot, frozen, unable to move. She couldn't believe that she'd stumble upon Hunter of all people making out with his girlfriend's best friend. Even though she was aware that he wasn't devoted to their relationship, but he had never been close to another girl in the public.

Willow should feel repulsed by this despicable act of his, and surprisingly she did, normally she would never be able to hate Hunter for his deeds, but this time, she felt nothing.

A chill ran up her spine, it bought her back to reality. She wiped the tears on her face quietly, and stepped back. I'm a cat, and I walk noiselessly, like a cat, because I'm a cat. I'm a cat. A cat. A cat. Willow chanted in her head as she stepped behind as stealthily as possible. She was impressed by how her heels made no sound.

Willow snapped her head back as she was pulled back in the bathroom. She stared at Hunter, telling him to let her go through her eyes. She stared at her wrist, which would surely break if Hunter held her hand for another five minutes. She was sure that it would swell and leave his handprint in dark shades of purple, blue and green with a hint of black.

"Get the fuck out." Yelled Hunter at Peyton.

"Hunter!" Said Peyton, that is when Willow noticed, the brunette, who seemed to have her dyed her hair to strawberry blonde, it looked quiet similar to Willow's red hair, but Willow's was darker. "What are you doing?"

"Are you disrespecting me?" Okay, wow!

"Alpha," stuttered Peyton. "I got carried away. Please punish me."

Excuse moi? There's still a third, single person in the bathroom. Technically, Peyton was also single. Only Hunter here had a girlfriend.

What is she? A masochist?

"Of course I will." And here's the sadist. A perfect match. "At dusk tomorrow, you'll receive twenty lashes."