The Wild Hunt

Part 9, The law in these parts.

The den was quiet when we returned. It hadn't taken us long to make the trip, and it was still early morning, I couldn't help but think how I should still be in my trailer drinking coffee, in bed with Bonnie. But I guess that was what normal people did, and since that fateful night my life had been anything but normal.

When we entered the bar Mutt was still where he had been when I had left, though there was no yelling and the others were sat quietly around him.

"Shit am I too late?" I asked as my heart jumped into my throat and the wolf inside me pushed at the edges of my sanity.

Kelly laughed through her nose at me and smiled,

"Nah the pain got too much, so we sedated him." she said as she approached me with her hand out.

I handed over the Monkshood and scout walked behind the bar and put some coffee on.

"This gonna work?" I asked Michael taking a seat beside him.

He sighed heavily.

"Shit, the silver was supposed to just be a story, but the Monkshood came from the same story so who knows, and if this shit is real what does that mean for the old legend?" he said as he rubbed his face.

"You going to tell me that story?" I asked feeling like a piece of my own past was hidden from me.

Michael nodded.

"Later, let's sort out Mutt and clean up. I'm still hoping we won't have to close the bar for the night, we could survive without the income, but the locals would likely ask questions."

While we talked, Kelly had chopped up the Monkshood, then put it in a small stone bowl and mashed it up with what looked like a tiny club. She then unwrapped the bandages covering the bloody mess on Mutt's leg, she slowly applied what was now a purple paste to the wound and stood back. After a few seconds of nothing, Mutt suddenly shot up and screamed! The wound began to sizzle, and the purple paste that covered it seemed to sink into the flesh, a few seconds passed with everyone but Mutt frozen, unsure of how to react when Mutt, fell back onto the table, panting, but alright. Kelly moved in to inspect the wound, but where there was once a bloody lump of torn flesh, was now an area of melted but healed skin. It looked like he had survived a fire. We all looked down at his leg, shocked by what we had just witnessed, months worth of healing over with in seconds, given it had left a hell of a scar, but that didn't change the fact that it was miraculous. As we gawped down at his leg Mutt finally spoke.

"Holy shit that hurt!" he said, wiping sweat from his face. "Honestly guys I think I would rather get shot that do that again."

The silence was broken when we burst into laughter as the tension of the situation faded. We helped Mutt, who though was healed was still limping, back to his trailer, then returned to the Den to help clean up.

It took the rest of the morning to get the bar clean and ready for opening, though I could still smell the blood when we were done, I put that down to my heightened Wolf senses. When finally got back the trailer, Bonnie was sat in the living area watching TV, some cartoon from when I was a kid was playing, though I was so exhausted I couldn't have said what it was. I sat down next to her and put my head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry I disappeared on you." I said.

She smiled.

"Its fine Kelly ran over to tell me what was going on, when you rode into town for Michael. How's mutt Doing?"

I explained the events of the morning, from the moment I had left the trailer, we talked about silver and Monkshood and what it all meant, then we talked about our pasts, and what we were like before all of this, the day came and passed us by before we knew it, and as the sun started to set, there was a knock at the trailer door. I moved to get up and open it when scout walked in with a look that said there was trouble. We followed him outside to find a police jeep parked up near the front entrance of the Den.