Cahill
"It's not a threat Hunter, I'm warning you," I state carefully, as I shove my fists into my pockets.
While Hunter only smirks at me.
"I am not scared of you, Cahill. I answer to your father and not you." Mathilda is trying to release her hair from Hunter's grip, but he holds on to it even tighter, making her veins stretch out along her forehead and she whimpers in pain.
The fact that she's this weak is getting me pissed off more than normal. Because she's not strong enough to protect herself. Not like it's even her fault. I've made a mental note to train her myself. Because even Odette, her powerful bodyguard, looks the opposite of who she is right now. She's lost a whole lot of blood and her skin is pale. At this, I know she has green venom in her system restraining her from healing or shifting into her wolf.
