Luna's Struggle

• CHAPTER 14 •

• Luna's Guilt •

• Luna's Struggle •

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Killua looked at his dad. His jaw felt stiff and his limbs were numb. His dad never grinned like that unless he was mad, very mad. 

And it was rare to see that grin.

"Come here, Killua." His dad rubbed his eyelids in circular motions, then patted the space next to him. "Don't be scared." He reassured him, but Killua still hesitated to step into his range.

Finally, he took the heavy step and sat next to his dad, leaving an arm's distance between them. 

"What happening now is really because of me, right?" A faint whisper danced out of Killua's lips. He only stared at his lap, where his hands politely rested.

He felt like a guilty kid under his dad's confronting eyes. "Gon's pack is suffering now because of the project I've made? But I didn't make it that obvious, I—"

"Killua, do you want to hear the truth, or do you want someone to sugarcoat your mistakes?" Killua gulped the excuses forming in his throat and felt his tongue form a muting knot. His dad nodded and looked at the hallway that faced the living room. "It doesn't have to be obvious to humans. If werewolves figured out that a thing is written about them, they won't let history repeat itself." He said, "Do you even know how much trouble a curious person like you had caused them in the past? And not only that," he faintly snorted, "The person who is trying to play with the string of their lives has a wolf scent. That must be confusing and ultimately irritating to every wolf who witnessed you demonstrating in your project."

Killua's hand shook, so he grabbed his fist with his hand to stop them from trembling. His ears and cheeks felt so hot that it almost got annoying. 

"Because of the instant fear and alert you caused them, they've temporarily allied with each other to bring the source of your scent down, which is your pack." His dad explained, "It's almost like a war, or just a werewolves' bloody fight." He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose again. His folded legs were stiff and nothing moved except for his fingers rubbing his nose, "Now, you can't leave home at all. Not when wolves are loose in the woods fighting each other because their lives depend on it. It is the first time I see a huge number of packs allied to bring one pack down. The Freecss Pack will get it hard."

Killua's hands sweat and his eyes, too. His heart drummed on a tune of despair. Is it guilt or fear, or even worry, that he's feeling right now?

"How will Gon and his pack hold up against all of them?" Killua hesitated but blurted the question in the calmest and smoothest voice he could muster. He was nervous, and he wanted to see if he could help them in any possible way.

However, he tried not to make his dad aware of these thoughts; he would never agree if he knew. 

"You just have to be hopeful." His dad said, sighing, "Gon's strong."

The conversation ended shortly after. Killua wanted someone to lift the heaviness of his heart, but that conversation weighed on him even more. 

He couldn't believe how he was solving a problem to get himself into another conflict so quickly. Even Kurapika sent him a text a few minutes earlier that added a new weight on his shoulders, "This war won't stop so abruptly, Killua. There are a lot of injured wolves out there! The only way to end it is for Gon to submit to them and punish you as they wanted. That way, he might find a truce between the packs and his.  Otherwise, you will be a bad example for other pack members, and Alphas won't appreciate that at all. Thus, there won't be a cease-fire until the Freecss is down."