The Hunter: Book Two In The Hunted Trilogy

chapter Eleven

Once everyone was seated Domonic once again stood. He easily stood taller then the rest even when he was sitting. He let his booming voice carry over the table.
"I have an announcement to make," Domonic called, "we are going to the mountains!"

"Why?" Manok asked.

"It's not safe here," Domonic replied, "we are to close to Bacau!!"

"But why tonight?" Manok pressed, "why not give it week, let things cool down?"

"It's a full moon," Domonic explained, "we are strongest now!"

"So is Sampson," Janace shouted.

"He's strong when ever!" Domonic growled, "every wolf ten and up, shift NOW!!"

The pack flinched and all stood looking toward the door to leave when Suzan burst in breathing heavily.

"Hunters!" Suzan gasped, "Outside!"

"Go," Domonic shoved every werewolf out onto the porch where three young hunters walked up. Domonic saw that all then ten year-olds were already in wolf form as he and the older pack members shifted.

"Stay with me Emma!" Josh, a brown wolf, barked at the small red haired pup beside him who's arm had surprisingly healed quickly. Domonic pushed the pack back when the hunters came into view. All three of them were merely children, and all three were convulsing. Their arms clenched around their stomachs and a large circle shaped scare flashed on ones arm.

"Stand back!" Domonic growled, "they've been bitten!"

"Not.....here....to....fight!" The tallest boy forced out clearly thinking that the growl was a threat toward him and the two smaller children behind him, "Sampson.... Lies.... Werewolf!" A cry of pain shot threw the trio as the transformation finished.

"Now that we can understand each other," Domonic easily towered over three causing them to almost have to shrink away from him, "bark words and explain how you three are werewolves!"

"Sampson is a lier!" The oldest growled, "he forced us to kill children, infants!"

"He put some kind of spell on us," a tan wolf, who had been the youngest boy, spoke up, "it made it so he had complete control over us, until we were bitten."

"Who bite you?" Domonic asked.

"A girl, we captured her in the first attack," the oldest spoke up and seemed to guard the two younger ones, "she said her name was Samantha. Sampson was jeering at her saying he destroyed the village that he killed everyone. She got mad and shifted the three of us were in the way."

"Is...she...alive?" Domonics voice shook.

"No," the boy shook his large wolf head, "Sampson killing her is the last thing I saw before it went dark. Same for them."

"The others?" Domonic seemed more worried.

"All alive as of this morning," the younger boy said.

"What are your names?" Domonic asked.

"I am," A small girls voice came from a midnight black wolf, "Judith."

"My name," the tan wolf spoke in a young boys voice, "is Paul."

"And I," the oldest spoke now, "am Menark J.R"

The name caused Domonic to freeze for a second, it sounded familiar. He had heard it in his fathers old stories. The story of how Eric and Sally became werewolves, there had been a man named Menark who had suddenly disappeared. Domonic motioned for the pack to surround the three new pups, a scare tactics to see if they were lying.