The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Eight: The Army Unites

Hudson:

Silver bullets whizzed by our head, the supposed tour guide aiming at us. Rage boiled in my vein, I just wanted a damn honeymoon to fuck my wife senseless. Devin charged at him, knocking him down to the ground, his red hair flew around his face. The sharp crack of his neck echoed in the hall, my feet skidding to a stop. Rushing back to the room, she hopped off of my back. Packing our bags, we dragged them down the hall. Three more hunters chased us out of the resort, a black armored vehicle squealing up next to us. Bullets rained down on us, the resort growing smaller in the distance. A dark tenseness poisoned the air, Devin looking sullen next to us. Tears welled up in his eyes, hurt mixing with raw rage.

"What's wrong?" Evie queried gently, taking his hand. "What happened? We can't thank you en-" A growl rumbled in my throat, his hand slapping her away. A snarl curled on his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"They killed them all last night." He wept uncontrollably, burying his face into his palms. "The damn hunters killed him all, and burned down my village. I hate myself for not being able to protect them. I was on a date with a pretty blonde girl, and she must have drugged my drink. I am an awful leader." Guilt dimmed his eyes, Evie clearing her throat.

"You can live with us." She offered, angering me slightly. "We need to find the other clans." Gazing lovingly at me, she took my hand. Concern flashed in her eyes, the hunters never causing such bad damage before. Her wheels in her head turned as the plane landed, a black armor car waited for us. Everyone piled in, exhaustion heavy on her eyes. No one said anything the whole way home, her fingers dialing a couple of numbers. Tossing her suitcase by the door, she went right for the grand hall. Everyone in our clan was gathered waiting for her words, Devin standing awkwardly next to her.

"You will accept him as one of our own. Hunters killed every single one of his clan." She announced bitterly, her lips pressing together. "I will be trying to contact all of the other clans in the area so we can team up and destroy the threat of the hunters. I will need to meet all of your outside friends, and while you groan I don't want to lose any one of you. Let him be a lesson to you all." Grumbling rumbled through the crowd, her hand falling to her bare stomach. Stepping off of the stage, James took all of the questions. Rushing up to the office, she pulled out an old black contact book. Flipping through, her finger traced the page. Stopping at one, the beeps of her phone dialing a number irritated me. Clenching my fists, blood dripped onto the ground. Walking around the office, she nodded as a weak smile dimmed her face. Hanging up the phone, she turned to me.

"We need to go to the diner." She stammered nervously, sliding her phone into her pocket. "We have a few people to meet." Tossing me my motorcycle keys, confusion twisted my face. Bitter words sat on the tip of my tongue, rage seething in my eyes. Grabbing her wrists, a snarl curled on her lips.

"What exactly are you planning to do!" I snapped hotly, her hand slapping mine away. "What happened to him sucked, but didn't he try to hurt you earlier!" Standing on her toes, fury darkened her eyes.

"He saved us when we needed it!" She blurted out venomously, glaring into my eyes. "I was the person everyone tried to kill, so I am going to save all of the werewolves even if it kills me. If you refuse to drive me, then I drive myself. This will save us too, you know!" My face softened, her chest huffing up and down.  She looked really cute pissed off, her eyebrow cocking.  Attempting to take her hand, she turned her back on me.

"I am sorry." I apologized horribly, my tone still rather bitter. "I just don't want to lose you." Spinning back around, she brushed past me. Coldness darkened her eyes, her fingers wrapping around her brand new helmet sitting on her desk.