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AMAIRA'S POV

I knew there was something like a coincidence, but this was too accurate.

I sheepishly knock on the door after I must have put on my shoes and the door opened to reveal a large burly man standing there, wearing black, and he didn't look happy in the slightest. That's how all the hunters faces were most of the times. I bet he'll smile or laugh when I'm being tortured or killed off

Sick psychopaths.

He leads the way, and gives me space to study my surroundings and everything around, taking note of just how Jason went all out to create a master piece in his house.

Everything looked so beautifully crafted and created, it was hard not to glance more than twice as I went down the long curvy stairs, red ruby gems on the railings.

Soon, we arrived in the dinning and I froze in my tracks on seeing who sat around the table. I was expecting Jason lived a pathetic lonely life by ordering hunters to kill people and cause havoc amongst the werewolves when he was bored, but in actu