The Tiny Luna (mpreg)

Chapter 5

Mason latched onto one of the hunter men who'd tripped and practically threw him through the air toward the other hunters

"Hurry!" Mason called while pushing another who was falling behind.

The sound of howls could still be heard throughout the increasing night but only Mason could hear the thundering footfalls of the coming wolves who were no doubt tracking down the foreign sent in their lands. It didn't take much and Mason knew they wouldn't stop until he was long gone or dead.

Usually, proffered dead than alive for fear he'd come back.

"We've got multiple mutts in our vicinity. I repeat, multiple mutts. There's a whole pack on our heels," one of the hunters was shouting into his ear piece as they fled back toward the city.

"Why are you talking!? Just run!" Mason snapped while pushing the guy forward who was falling behind trying to focus on the words being shouted back at him, most likely Christopher or one of his smaller general figures. Mason couldn't tell because his ears were trained on the sounds coming behind him; the thudding of several dozen paws, the panting and huffing from many bodies, and especially the aggressive growls emanating from the large pack of wolves that were getting closer by the second. "What am I gonna do!?" Mason thought in a panic, his heart hammering in his chest with every breath he took seeming labored.

All of a sudden Mason smacked into someone's chest, he'd been glancing behind them wondering if he could see the pack from where he was, to look up and find Christopher Vale himself looming over him with a rifle aimed at his heart. Christopher's eyes were sharp and cool, like two black sharp coals ready to pierce Mason right then and there, and it was clear he was ready to pull the trigger and be done with the young wolf he'd been chasing for so long but the howls in the distance, getting increasingly louder, we're making him hesitant.

"Run. Get back to your cars and go," Mason found himself saying which surprised both himself and Christopher who arched a brow at him.

"Excuse me?" Christopher questioned while the rest of his men were racing toward the city.

Most likely they didn't have right amount of firearms to deal with something of this magnitude, Mason thought who trembled at a new howl that resonated throughout his entire being with utter terror. No doubt about it...

The alpha of the pack, the leader of the king if you will, had caught a whiff of his scent and was on the hunt.

"Get in your cars and get out of here. I'll go in the opposite direction and-"

"You think you can get rid of me that easily?" Christopher asked with a sneer, pressing the barrel of the rifle into Mason's chest as if he were trying to stab Mason with it. "You think I'm that stupid? I bet you got in contact with those foul creatures and made some plan to draw us off from your tracks," Christopher said cooly and looked ready to pull the trigger at any minute.

Mason's eyes widened and his blood ran cold. Every nerve in his body seemed to itch, to want to run as far away from all of this and never look back, but he knew if he moved even an inch Christopher wouldn't hesitate to release the entire barrel into Mason.

"I'm going to die," Mason thought and almost started to cry but Mason forced himself to calm down with a deep breath and looked Christopher in the eye. "You know all about werewolves, yes? You've been hunting us all for a long time, I image. You know how we work," Mason said firmly, praying to god his voice wouldn't waved or show any sign of weakness that could easily be turned against him though he was sure Christopher knew how terrified he was despite this who gave him an even more questionable look.

"Go on and hurry up about it if you insist on wasting my time. Unless this is part of your plan, to distract me until your friends get here, then u can die right-"