Touched by the moon

Chapter 13: Abnormally large beasts incoming!

Summary:

Two nice officers?,
A strange looking muggle?
Hemsworth is tired of overtime,
Dangerously large beasts appear again.

!!!!!!TW: CUSSING, MENTIOND BULLET HOLES, INACCURATE DEPICTIONS OF VETS AT WORK!!!!!!

Sorry this is short the next chapter should be longer. ❤

Notes:

"I heard from previous survivor hunters that went up there that, that wolf that mauled that family a while ago was accepted into the local wolf pack up there. But then the hunters that went up to hunt deer said that one day it just disappeared and that the pack were restless. So, I'm assuming they went out looking for it."

"Damn they love each other more than most brothers and sisters."

"Right, we are here let's go."

PS. THIS HAS BEEN EDITED

Chapter Text

"Hello, what can I do for you fine gentlemen today?"

"Hi, I'm Officer Matt and this is my partner, Officer Leo. We wanted to know if you can care for wild wolves?"

"I'm sorry if this is classified information officers but I must inquire as to where you found these wolves, how many there are and how they got injured. This is vital information as this will determine if we as vets are allowed to care for them because some wolves in certain places are not to be cared for no matter how injured they are."

"It's not classified at all, doctor. It is simply that we were informed while on patrol today that there were injured sleeping wolves found in a children's park. As you can imagine this was rather concerning to hear."

"Yes, I'd believe so officer, though how many have you brought to us?"

"We have brought you seven severely injured wolves. They seem to have been chased down the mountains by hunters. And surprisingly enough an entire gang. The one with the worst injuries is the big black wolf we have reason to believe that that wolf is the leader of the pack."

"I see. Do you have any intel of on this wolf pack? Anything to warn us about before we take them into our capable hands?"

"Ah, yes there is... These wolves have killed over 100 men so there is that and they are rather large for wolves. They come from the top of Mount Nevei Montis so they are under the protection of the city. After they are all healed, we ask that they be released back on top of the mountain. That is all I believe."

"Thank you, officers, it is much appreciated. Will show us to them?"

"Yes of course, follow us.''

Walking towards their vehicle Officer Matt couldn't help but feel uneasy. These wolves looked a lot larger than the wolves he saw back in his earlier days as a hunter. Not to mention for them to be able to have traveled down from all the way the top of the mountain with all those wounds that would have killed a bear, but these wolves managed to not only get down but for some reason some of their wounds were already healing and scabbing. Now that he thought about it the only openly open wounds that weren't seemingly doing well at all were the bullet holes, it was just so strange.

They might have to tranquilize them again as they only gave them the dose of a normal sized wolf. Getting closer to their vehicle they started hearing low growling and huffing, so they woke up?

It almost sounded as if they were having a conversation...

He looked towards his partner, Leo, and nodded. He got a nod back; he got his tranquilizing gun in hand. The moment they got closer them all sounds stopped. Calmly he walked up their kennels, all of them stared at him, he lifted the gun and shot the first one. They went down one for one.

With the help of a few other vets, they got the kennels into different medical rooms to be examined. With one final look back at the Veterinary they rode off back to patrol.

Fenrir woke up with a pounding head and pain flaring up his entire body making him let out an involuntary whine. Slowly he lifted his head and confusion took hold of his brain. In front of him instead of the park they fell asleep in, were metal bars and it was then that he realized the sluggishness of his limbs that wouldn't work with him...

'Are any of you awake?'

'Alpha! Where are we and where are you? All I see is Sam's ugly face.'

'I have no fucking clue where we are Oliver. We seem to be in the kennels muggles take their pets into those strange looking muggles in white.'

'Have we been caught by muggles...?'

'It seems so, dumbass.'

'Sam, can you see anything useful?'

'Except for the three muggles walking towards us and two of them holding some strange looking metal things, no I don't.'

'How far away are they?'

'About less than a minute and shit--!'

A soft bang reached the rests ears and worry seeped into their bones when Sam stopped talking and they heard him begin panting and then there was silence. One for one each of the remaining wolves fell and was pulled into the alluring darkness of welcomed sleep.

These wolves sure are strange, the wolves the policemen brought in were about three times the size of the average wolf. Looking over them, Dr. Hemsworth tried to decide who was in the most critical condition. The black wolf looked to be in danger of bleeding out and the smallest one of these wolves, a tan colored wolf was second to the black one.

Judging by the pure size of this black wolf seems to be the leader of this small pack. I'd even say that this tan one is the runt and the weakest. Though I do wonder why hunt these wolves if you get a 15k fine and at least two years' prison time. If you ask me, it's not worth it especially when the law enforcement go to such great lengths to protect a couple of dangerous and wild animals.

Looking at the big black beast Dr. Hemsworth felt the overtime getting to him this would be a long night. Getting a razor to start shaving the hair around the big bullet holes and starting the long and tedious job. Finally, being able to properly see the damage he was surprised at the width of the bullets used.

'These bullet holes are rather large, what kind of bullet was used?', getting hold of the first bullet the vet let out a gasp. The bullets used were pure silver and they were five times the size of a normal bullet. He removed more than ten bullets from just the big black wolf.

The small, at least compared to the rest in the pack, had seven bullets pulled out and stitched up. The rest either had one or two bullets in that needed no stitching.

Sighing the vet looked at the clock and shook his head, '5:56, Linda's gonna kill me.'

Putting cones on all the wolves he put them in the outside pasture usually used for cattle but since it was empty, and it was too dangerous to leave seven abnormally big wolves inside it would have to do.