The Secrets of a Luna

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Strength of a Hero

Hudson:

The other alphas struggled with me, dirt soiling their outfits. Flynn wailed in a locked playpen, his tears never ending. Panic coursed through my mind, the chain tying our hands together around a metal pole landed us in a problematic situation. Our claws couldn't cut it, the five hunters' faces paling. Ice covered the floor, a blood soaked Evie ran in next to an equally soaked Grappy. The two of them were really two peas in a pod, a numb expression haunting her face.

"Unchain them and I will let you go." She offered earnestly, ruby dripping off of her scythe. "Your leader killed himself, and your comrades met my blade." Raising their issued guns, a series of pops signaled their answer. Blocking each bullet, inky sludge poured from her reaper's eyes. Her limit was being met, shame dimming her eyes. Snapping her fingers, ice spikes whipped in their direction. Pinning them to the steel poles, another snap of her fingers sending a wave of smaller spikes towards their wrists. Horrified screams bounced off the walls, pairs of hands dropping to the floor. A bullet whistled in Flynn's direction, a wall of ice protecting him. Releasing them, they sprinted out to get medical assistance. Sinking to her knees, her trembling hands held the chains until ice devoured each loop. One touch shattered them, Evie collapsing into my arms. Clutching her close to my chest, my eyes fell on a worn Grappy.

"What happened to her? She looks like hell." I asked cautiously, not really wanting to know. Sitting down across from me, the sight of him so worn threw me off. Wiping the blood off of his face with his sleeves, his head resting on his hands.

"We went to his village to free the souls of his people, then he stabbed himself in the heart to stop his shadow of death from killing her. After that, she gave him a nice private funeral. He gave us an address to go pick up some girl named Alyssa." He explained tiredly, yawning groggily. "We were ambushed by that new hunter group, the one who kidnapped you guys. She slaughtered them with ease while the leader killed himself. They blew up her car in the raid. To sum it up, the bad guys are dead and her car was a dead hunk of metal. She never took a real break. I have to give it to her, she never stopped once. Devin wants you to adopt Alyssa." Too stunned to speak, my brain filtered through the information for a few minutes. Evan freed Flynn, the happy boy cooing in his arms. His hair hung wildly around his face, the other alphas breathing a sigh of relief. Grappy popped to his feet, he massaged his forehead.

"I am going to fly back and get my brothers to drive a couple of cars back here. Do you think you guys can hold your ground?" He questioned seriously, checking the time on the phone of one of the bad guys. "We will be back in a couple of hours. I don't have the strength to fly any of you back. Shall I take Flynn? Latia can feed him and get him cleaned up." Swallowing the lump in my throat, everyone waited for me to speak.

"Take him just in case someone else shows up." I answered briskly, passing him Flynn. "Take excellent care of him." Smiling warmly in my direction, he kissed Flynn on the forehead. Taking off into the sky, wolves howled in the distance. Fear rounded my eyes, my wife being the only one who could transform. Barricading the doors with every heavy object they could get our hands on, the wolves had surrounded the abandoned warehouse. Evie shivered in my arms, Lucien dragged out a metal barrel, his trembling hands dropping wood into it. Feeling around his pocket, he pulled out a lighter. Tearing off the end of his t-shirt, his jeans danced in the chilly air. Lighting the end on fire, he dropped it down. A bright fire soon illuminated the space, the predators waiting patiently outside. Evie stirred awake, an agony filled groan escaped her lips. Struggling to her feet, the barriers wiggled underneath her as she leapt out the window. Sharp words escaped her lips, whines of dominance assured us of our safety. Climbing back in, the pack of wolves followed her in. A sea of fur surrounded her, the wild animals behaving as well as police dogs. Patting them all, their heads snuggled into her palms. Seeing the sight stunned us all, the rest of us processing the sight. Staring straight ahead numbly, silent tears stained her cheeks. Sitting down on the nearest box, the wolves laid by her feet as a couple of their heads rested on her lap. Pushing me towards her, her wet eyes met mine.