My Blood Moon

Chapter 29

What???? Two updates within a couple days of each other? Yes, sorry for the long wait - it was completely unfair to you all and I can guarantee that I've lost quite a few people from my serious lack of updates. But as for the ones who have kept up with me, just know that I see you all. I know who votes/comments and I look forward to seeing notifications from the 'regulars' that I have. Thank you for sticking with this from the beginning, you have no idea how much the support you give me means to me. There will never be a way to thank you enough or to show my gratitude. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you stick with me to the end of this tale.

The final bell signals the end of the classes for the day and I can't begin to express my elation over having no track practice this afternoon. I don't know how much of Coach I can handle at the moment and testing that isn't in my vocabulary at the moment. Of course, since the meeting with Greg and his hunters four days ago, we haven't really had an afternoon off and I'm excited for a few hours of peaceful silence. Alas, that first day was pretty tense. Neither hunter nor werewolf knew how to react around each other. I mean, sure, Jase and the newly turned wolves weren't as tense due to lack of being hunted by them, but there was plenty of tension coming from the rest of us to make it palpable. Seriously a katana couldn't have sliced through that cheese. Now I want food...why do I need such a high metabolism? Was there some sort of rulebook that said "if you create werewolves, they must need to eat and entire country's worth of food per meal" or something?

Anyways, after the whole "breaking the ice" thing where I went up to Greg and nudged him with my snout before licking his face to show we were on good terms, things have gone pretty well. Unfortunately, he seems to be even more of a slave-driver than Derreck could ever be when it comes to training. I can't wait to put the two in the same room for an extended period of time - either they'll kill each other or they will come up with some sort of torturous training schedule. On second thought...let's not leave them even remotely alone together for any amount of time.

As I make my way over to the car I hear my cell vibrate from within my bag and hurry to answer it. "Hello?"

"Beks!" Paul's voice grunts out as he makes noises, like he's struggling with something difficult. "Hey..um, watch out! Sorry, would you mind - no, don't go near that! Ugh, can you get out here?"

I raise my eyebrows in confusion as he continues to struggle with something on his side of he line. "Sure, you okay?"

"Not really." He grumbles before a loud crashing noise practically deafens me. "Please just hurry!"

With that the line goes dead and I sigh at what he might've gotten himself into my eyes going wide. "Oh no!"

I pray that the idiot didn't wind up opening that cage again - and, yes, I said again. Upon walking in to see Derreck lying with that blanket wrapped snugly around him, Paul had the great idea that going in and leaving some clothes inside was a good idea. Yet, just as he was placing them in the cell, Derreck awoke and very nearly escaped. If it hadn't been for the twins showing up Paul might have died. One day, his luck is going to run out and Paul will actually die.

I throw my car door open and jump in, not making sure any of the others were taken care of, before speeding off. I send out a quick message to Jase that I'm leaving as the trees start to blur past me. My heart is pounding at all the possibilities running through my head. Maybe Paul or someone got caught and are stuck in the cage? What if Derreck is being an idiot and messing with stuff he shouldn't? Or he's throwing another one of his tantrums? It wouldn't be unheard of. What if Shivaun is there? The thought annoys me more than I expected...I mean, she's Raif's mate for crying out loud! I shouldn't feel jealous. But I do. She's been there for Derreck during a time I couldn't and he's bonded with her on some level - I mean, he actually listens to her without huffing in annoyance. That treatment was only reserved for me, dead gummit!