Wolf Moon

Ira

My father finally showed up to the shack with the vampire in tow. He game me an expectant glance. I had assisted on 3 of my fathers kills since transitioning 2 years ago. We had this down. He threw the blood sucker into the chair and Kota and I wrapped him in the chains. These chains had been passed down for centuries as the only tool to contain a cold one. They wouldn't hold forever but we were persistent on getting the information we needed and then ending them. This one was a short man with dirty brown hair. Looks as if he had been on a hunt recently as his eyes where bright red. He was slightly pudgy.
My father slapped him across the cheek with his half transitioned wolf paw. The slashes generated a deep red blood emitting from his chest. Fake. They were all full of deception. Lies to lure their pray in. They didn't have blood to bleed. They were dead. Their bodies had to deceive us into thinking they weren't our enemies. But their scent never lied. The vampire laughed at this abuse and continued to remain silent to our questions. "There is a new clan in the area. Who are they?" My father growled at him. This time he took one of his claw and started to slice into his neck. There was only one way to kill them and that was fire. But you could immobilize them by removing the head. He began hacking into neck deeper. More blood spurting out. He then looked at Kota expectantly. Kota stepped forward and looked the predator in his eyes. "She has bright red hair and she travels with two men. Where are they." He commanded. I heard a growl growing in his throat. The ground began rumbling softly. Kota's eyes changed into big yellow saucers. The vampire flinched in response. This caused his neck to tear more as my father held tightly to his head. He forced this vampire to meet Kota's gaze.
Both of Kota's hand transitioned into wolf paws with huge claws. Kota swatted at the vampire and logged one of his claws into his eye socket. "Bleed him dry." He commanded removing the claw with a gut wrenching silch, blood spattered across the shacks walls. It was my turn. I knew where every major artery was and exactly where to cut to drain these bastards. In vampires any excess blood they consume is stored in the body for later use. By draining them we could really break down every barrier. A hungry vamp would do anything for blood. I pulled out my knife from my waist belt and began slicing him up. i let the blood trickle onto the floorboard and seep into the ground. I laughed softly thinking our ancestors must love our offerings for them. We waited patiently for about 15 minutes. The last of his blood storage was finally seeping out of his veins. Without that blood he would no longer heal from the injuries we were inflicting. My father kept his neck wound open by leaving his wolf paw lodged into the vamps neck.
I sat back against the wall twirling my blood soaked knife in my hands. I saw the pink drain from the predator and his skin turn ash white. His fangs protruded from his mouth and his eyes changed into black orbs. Even a hungry vampire would drain one of us without thought of our scent if it meant survival for them. I walked next to Kota in front of the vamp. Kota was wiping the blood from his face. Quickly I took my knife and sliced my hand open. The monsters eyes  went wide and my father chuckled. I waved my hand in front of his face. Every time he lunged his neck broke more. "One drop. For a name." I taunted at him. His eyes met mine hunger crowding its thoughts. He tried to lunge at me again as I snapped my hand away from him. I laughed at his weak attempts. "Fine." He sneered at Kota. "Her name is Ira Sinclair." He lunged at me again. At that instant Kota was in front of me and ripped its head off. Holding it in his hands he flung it into the fireplace.
I was very confused by what had just happened. Despite that we all helped tear the rest of its body to pieces and chucking them into the fireplace. I cleaned up the chair and returned it to its original place behind the shack. I heard a quiet conversation between my father and Kota. "The Sinclair clan is known only for destruction. They are the ones who wiped out our ancestors hundreds of years ago. Before the Aldrich's." My father growled. Kota replied with worry in his tone. "We must tell the Alpha. Now." I came around the shack and Kota looked startled for a second. Regaining his composure he began to look at me with longing again. I shifted my gaze to my healing hand as I tried to clean the dried blood from my finger nails. Kota came to me with a washcloth and handed it to me. I gratefully accepted it and tried to keep my attention on my hands.
"Are you ok?" Kota asked pulling my chin up to meet his gaze. "What just happened. That was way off protocol. I could have been hurt." I asked searching for answers as his face tugged into concern. "It's not common knowledge. I only know because its apart of alpha training. You haven't had the history lesson yet huh?" I looked at him still confused as ever. "I didn't know I was going to be a gamma until a year ago. You've known your status your whole life." I shot back at him. "I'm sorry but I cant say anything to you about it until you get the proper training. It's complicated Ella." He turned away from me and began traveling back to the pack house. My father and I soon followed transitioning for the run home.