The Unsuspecting

Chapter 11

*Sean's POV*

    Tommy, Haylee and I have been running for almost 5 minutes before we got to their dorm room. The entire time all I could think was that I should've walked her between classes. Bell is so fragile and small, there's no way she would be able to defend herself if someone were to attack her again. I was lucky that I had found her in that alley the first night before the half demon could do any damage.

    As we run up the stairs to their floor, I get this tingly feeling in my stomach that I usually get when she's nearby. A rush of relief flooded through me because it means that she isn't dead and she hasn't been kidnapped. We finally reach their door and I see Jax carrying a limp body out of her doorway.

    "Jax? What're you doing here?" Tommy asks him as I rush past and into the room where my mate is. I find her frozen in thought and standing towards the back. I give a slight nod to Nelly as I pass by her examining a compass I'd assume she got off one of the bodies laying in the corner. I immediately go to Bell and envelope her in a strong hug. I feel so relieved to have her in my arms again, but I also feel something else. Am I also feeling her relief? It's almost hard to describe, but the second form of relief feels almost feminine. I bend my head down so I can bury it in the crook of her neck and inhale deeply. She still smells like a field of flowers after a rainy day, just like what I smelt the first day I arrived to campus. I had to swallow my content growl after I realized there's no one else's smell on her. 

    I pull back a little bit so I can check her for any injuries, but as I pull back she ends up following me. Her body remains completely flush against mine with her face buried in my chest and her arms tighten around my torso. I almost laugh at how cute it was that she wasn't ready to let go of me. My arms tighten around her again as I start to look over the few parts of her that were visible from my point of view. I would much rather look over all of her, but I'm not going to make her let go of me just to ease my conscience.

    My hands start rubbing up and down her back in a soothing manner and I turn my gaze to our surroundings. There aren't any bodies in the corner anymore and Nelly is sitting on the couch pulling items from her pouch and observing them. She looks up after she feels my gaze. 

    "The others are moving the witch and demons to the van. We should probably head out and tell your alpha what happened." She said then started collecting all of her items and putting them in her satchel again. I look back down at Bell and realized that she isn't processing anything that's being said. 

    "How much does she know?" I ask Nelly as I watch my mate remain in her near comatose state. 

    "Apparently nothing before today, but she's seen Jax partly transform and she knows I'm a witch. She also just learned that she's a dark hunter, which I find very strange that her family hadn't told her."

    "Dark hunter? I thought those were just myths."

    "Oh no they're real. My mother said she's even met a couple a long time ago. Apparently they only ever show up when necessary, but they live in hiding to keep their own families safe. Sounds like her family was in hiding a little to long and gave up on their duty."

    "Well if she wasn't trained in the dark hunter life, then is she really even a dark hunter?"

    "It's in her blood. She just needs to activate it, but until she does she is going to be just like any ordinary mundane." She says as she starts moving to the door, "You should probably just pick her up and carry her to the van. I suspect she's going to be in shock for a while and will probably need a really long nap."

    I break Bell's strong hold on me and swiftly put an arm under her legs and lift her off the ground. She winds her arms around my neck and presses her cheek into my chest. I bend my head down so I can place a kiss on her forehead. As I do this, I send her calming thoughts of sleep and watch as her eyes close and her body becomes completely limp in my arms. I hold her body close to mine as I carry her to my car and ask Tommy to drive so I can sit with her in the back. Haylee is sitting in the passenger seat and Jax and Nelly are in the van driving our new prisoners back to our pack.

    I watch as Tommy and Haylee send each other longing glances. They've been doing this all week, but since we're heading to the pack, I'm sure they're becoming more nervous. I'm not really sure how the pack is going to handle their future alpha being mated to a child of Bastet. From a human's perspective we are extremely similar, but we transform into wolves and they transform into cats. Our species have just never gotten along. The children of Bastet have a reputation of being cold hearted and extremely cunning, whereas werewolves are extremely loyal to our loved ones and have a bad habit of letting our emotions control us.

    Looking at Bell I realize how weird it is that Sean and I both mated with someone of a different species. It's not uncommon for werewolves to mate with a human, but Bell isn't a human. She's a dark hunter. I mated with someone who's ancestors were altered and tasked with killing the worst of the worst. At any point in history, if a demon became too powerful or too well known in the human world, the dark hunters would slay them. As a child I was told that they were as swift as a vampire, as strong as a werewolf, as cunning as a child of Bastet, and were even trained to perform a couple spells like the witches. There were even some who claim that they're abilities are from traces of angel blood in them.  

    Is the Moon Goddess trying to say something by mating us with people of other species? I don't have a problem with it and my view on how amazing my mate is hasn't changed in the slightest. Unfortunately I can name a fair amount of werewolves in our pack that will have an uproar after they hear this news. Are people in other packs also mating with other species? 

    The questions just kept coming the entire ride to our land. I stayed silent the entire time and busied myself with running my fingers through my mate's hair. How can hair even be this soft? I'm starting to believe that she really does have angel blood in her, because no one should be able to be this perfect.