Free The Witch Hunter by Nicole R. Taylor

broken ribs with one hand and rubbing his crushed neck with the other. He was beginning to heal. "Your eyes..."
    Aya stared down at him wondering how far she could go. She'd already crossed the line in revealing herself to him in such a violent way, but that couldn't be helped now. He stared up at her with his deep green eyes, half in fear and half in awe and suddenly she was uneasy. She crouched down so she was at his eye level. Tensely, she raised her hand to touch the marks on his neck she had left. Before her fingers could brush his skin, she pulled back. His blood was familiar somehow. Was he the one? Then she realized that she could hear the humming sound again at the edges of her hearing. She tasted the blood on her fingers, that was coated with a combination of werewolf and vampire blood. Her eyes widened slightly when for a split second she could feel the starlight on her shoulders. Something she hadn't felt for a very long time. And she knew it was Zac's blood that had been used to call her. The song she had heard at the cemetery was all around him.
    Zac began to reach out to her and she jumped backward, standing to her full height. "Was it you?"
    "What?" Zac grimaced as he dragged himself to his feet.
    Aya didn't answer. There was something terrible about him, something different. Now that it was in front of her she became even more uncertain. His blood sang to her in a way she had never felt in all her long years. It wasn't lust or love, it was something else. And it frightened her.
    "You're the Witch Hunter," he stated suddenly, stumbling backward into the wall in surprise. "I knew something was different about you, but..."
    Aya darted forward and pinned Zac against the wall again. He didn't struggle this time, but his eyes gave away his fear. "When I've gone from this alley, you will wake up and forget that I was ever here. You will forget that it was I that killed the wolves. You'll wake up and forget." She prayed that she had had enough blood for the compulsion to work.
    Dropping Zac abruptly so he fell to his knees again, she disappeared. Zac shook his head, looked up and gasped at the carnage that littered the alley about him. Severed limbs, guts and gore littered the dark alley. The reek of blood was overwhelming and he had no idea what had happened. Did he do this?
    What. The. Hell.
     

     
    When Sam, Liz and Gabby entered the alley they came to an abrupt halt. Gabby turned and heaved into the gutter, as she comprehended the fate of the werewolf pack.
    "Fucking hell!" cursed Sam, hastily avoiding the gore, approaching his brother. Zac was almost healed, his clothing torn and mostly covered in his own blood. He looked as mystified as he did. They had left the bar a few minutes after the werewolves, but a few minutes was all it took. Turning back towards Liz, he noticed she was hovering at the mouth of the alley, agitated.
    "I can't, Sam," she said, hugging her arms about her. "It's too much."
    He knew straight away that she meant the blood and he beckoned to Gabby. "Can you take her home? We'll deal with this..." he gestured around him.
    Gabby gladly took Liz's hand and led her away. Once he was certain they were gone, he turned back to Zac and grimaced, "What the hell did you do?"
    "I don't know what the fuck happened, Sam!" he yelled throwing his hands in the air exasperated. There was blood and body parts everywhere. The last he knew his head was in the grasp of the pack master ready to be snapped. "They beat the crap out of me and were happy to keep on going until I was so out of it they were going to stake me. The pack master was about to rip my head off and then I woke up on the ground. That's all I remember." 
    Sam grabbed Zac's face, moving it side-to-side, looking into his eyes. "What the hell, Sam!" he pulled away, angry.
    "I don’t think you were compelled. I can't sense anything." Sam frowned, not sure what to believe. They had to clean up this mess before anyone discovered it, or there would