The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

Mackenzie

The battle was far from over after Jason escaped. I kept on praying to the Moon goddess to keep him alive, while I was fending against numerous hunters.

It felt like the attack is going to be never-ending, but sooner or later, I figured there are more werewolves on the blood-soaked battlefield, than there are hunters. And sooner or later, the hunters figured that out themselves.

"Please, spare my life! I have a daughter and a wife waiting for me back home!" A hunter screams at me as I bare my fangs at him. Who does he think I am? Some heartless monster that is enjoying what I'm doing to them? I'm not them. I don't like hunting them down and tasting their blood in my mouth. All I want is for this to end.

He crawls away from me on all fours, before he stumbles enough to run away. I watch after him, a bitter taste washing my mouth. This is not how I wanted things to go. I never wanted to face the hunters in a blood-soaked battle. I never wanted Elliot to kill those hunters that kidnapped us. I never wanted any of this to happen, but somehow it still came to this in the end. Somehow, we still couldn't avoid fighting each other in the end.

When I turn around to find my mate, I see him knocking down one of the last hunters still standing. The man screams in pure fear, the gun he was holding in his hands getting knocked on the ground.

I watch as Elliot shifts back into his human form, his fingers digging into the man's shirt and jacket. He pulls his upper body up from the ground, my mate's face smeared with blood from his comrades.

"I'm going to let you go now, so you run away crying like a little bitch." Elliot sneers into the man's face, his skin decorated by black veins that show just how unhuman he really is. The man whimpers, turning his head to the side to avoid staring into my mate's yellow eyes. "But before I let you go, I'll tell you a message that you will relay to your hunter buddies, got it?" The man whimpers and quickly nods his head like a bobble head figure.

I come closer, trying to hear my mate better. The sounds of battle quiet down as the last of the hunters escape with their lives. The werewolves around decide to come closer as well, wanting to hear Elliot speak to the cowering hunter.

"We let you escape with your worthless lives today, so we expect you to stay wherever the hell you just ran to, but if you ever even consider returning back, we won't be so merciful than we were last time. If I, or any other werewolf, even smells your scent close to the territory, we will slaughter you in cold blood, just like you have been doing for years now." He growls, his claws catching against the man's shirt. "Did you get all of that, princess?"

The man nods his head quickly, whimpering and crying out for Elliot to let him go. The hunter's face is soaked in tears, becoming redder and redder by the second, just like a tomato.

"Good. Now I never want to see your crying ass here ever again!" Elliot lets go off the man's shirt and he scrambles away, still wailing and crying. I watch after the man, watching him disappear through the trees and bushes. My eyes then turn back to Elliot, watching him still kneeling in the same position he was before.

His head turns first from one side and then to the other, to see if there are any more hunters, but when he realizes there are none left, his head turns automatically to me, his yellow eyes connecting with mine.

"We did it." The words are barely a whisper, but everyone still hears them. We did it. We drove out all of the hunters and hopefully they will never return again, after the last hunter relays Elliot's message to the others.

There was no urge to celebrate though. Not yet, of course. There were too many of us who were injured in the battle and the pessimistic thought of the hunters coming back for revenge still hangs above our heads.