The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

THIRD PERSON POV

Deep within the the thickness of vegetation that had laid unbothered since its birth, hidden was the unknown foe of the Qui de Silva Tribe. Approximately a day's journey away from the unassuming inhabitants of the Arkansan forest. Maine provided great coverage, has it had housed a large portion of forestry with an equal amount of civility for their integration into humanity. 

Just on the outskirts of Oxford county, situated, was the small town of Bethel. Lurking in the shadows of it's beauty, among the humans that called the town home, is a group that far surpass the rules of nature and classifications normal; known to man. Throughout the town they lived and mingled, blending in by performing the everyday mundane chores and practices. A guise to hide what and whom they truly were from the always suspecting eyes of the humans. 

They were however, unlike most of their kind, for they chose to live among the humans instead of that of a structural hierarchy on privately owed lands, away from prying eyes. No, they had chosen an alternative: to adapted and integrate themselves into society as a means to cast off suspicion. 

Founded and led by one man, the group had no traditional ancestry like most. Created with the sole purpose of providing all that a pack would, without the many restrictions that came with one. 

Aaron, was his name, an enigma of a man that had seemingly appeared out of thin air. With the wealth and a kind of authority the forbaded others from refusing him. Intelligent, diverse and cunning were just a few words, that could be used to describe him by those whom had the pleasure of crossing paths with him. A good leader he was, has he had single-handedly created a of flourishing pack of misfits, among modern civilization. A feat many with a more traditional ancestry, still found too hard of a task to accomplish. 

At present, said man could have been found in the back room of the large church that had served the community. He was there in search of divine aid or practical answers; he was there to see on his closest trustees. Marlon, a residing priest whom had chosen the life of servitude in the house of God, has his means of hiding in plain sight. Of course such a role was not forced upon him, for it was a decision made from a conscious mind. 

Raised in a catholic home, he was raised very religiously so much so that even after the death of his faithful mother the teaching had never departed from him. Even has he transitios into this, his new life after years of persecution he still felt inclined to the safety his religious belief had brought him. There were many like him scattered throughout the towns and city of Maine, he was just one of few. Ushering his Alpha into his office they exchanged greetings, before offering the man a seat.

"The tides have changed and so must our pieces on the board. Patience is a virtue and while this may be true, it will only aid in conquering, not promising the gift of success." The man grounded out has he sat on the chair with the scalding cup of camomille before him.

"And what does?" Asked the priest.

"For each battle the strategy will differ from deception, brute force, patience and the list could go on. However, for us, it is a little bit of everything used in just the perfect amount. We have already gain an advantage above the rest, and it is the usage of said information that will guarantee us victory." 

"But the girl is yet to be found has it is the same with her family." 

"Perhaps, yet it is this very detail that is kept from the rest, that will keep us ahead. The fools will rally themselves to bring war upon Dakota and his people. Dakota, himself is already short staffed after sending so many of his best to locate the girl. And with that being the case, what do you think will be the outcome, when the others come knocking, Hmm?" Aaron was a smart man having already calculated all these outcomes before setting things in motion once again. News of such a prize within Dakota's grasp had surprised him surely. But with a man like him it was sure to pass soon and his scheming would once again take root.