So I'm writing this on my cousins iPad because my laptop is like, broken. so it will be shorter and it probably won't be that good but I'm trying.
The hunter leader, Joseph, was exactly where the other hunter thought he was. He was oblivious to the fuming chase that was searching for the leader. Joseph has yet to actually fight. The war has been going on for at least 4 hours and he was yet to get his hands dirty. All the foolish followers. Did as he pleased.
They agreed with his utter disgust in lycanthropy. He barely needed a reason to. Anything he said sounded agreeable. His good lucks and smooth talking charmed their ways into the women and his arguments about saving the kids convinced everyone else. It wasn't that he didn't hate werewolves, because he despised them, he just hoped they wouldn't let him have so much control. He liked more of a fight.
Joseph had 12 people trying to get into the building. There were a lot of men's and they couldn't just open the door and get in. He knew that the packs members were inside this building. As soon as the ambush started all the dogs ran into this house and never came back out. So evidently, they were inside.
"Push!" He yelled.
Half of the men and woman were trying to push the doors open. He wasn't sexist to who fought. If the women wanted to fight, then so be it, they fight. Whenever someone criticized his way he simply told them that if they weren't happy with how he was running things then he could go against them. His motto was if you're not with me, you're against me.
The door burst open and Joseph was filled with pride. He pushed through and looked around. The house wasn't that small so it wasn't possible that not even one of those things could be there. He glared and let out a frustrated grumble.
"I want half of you going and searching for where they might be. If you see one, kill them. I want them all gone" he demanded.
The half a dozen left with their guns pointed out wards.
1 of the 6 had gone into the kitchen. He first turned to the left of the door way and saw an empty dinning set. He turned to the right and saw an old man standing there. The old man lifted his hands, which had a set of claws, and slashed right accord the hunter’s throat.
The second one had gone into the entertainment room. The same thing happened and the process repeated over, and over again.
Outside in the main hall way Joseph stood with the 6 remaining.
They were waiting when they heard a loud powerful growl from behind them. Automatically, Joseph knew who it was. Of course the big bad wolf would go straight for the leader. Poor naïve wolf, he thought.
Joseph turned around, and smirked. "Why hello Alpha Chase."
The way that Joseph was so confident irked chase. He was superior all of the years he was named alpha and having a scrawny human challenging was making him shake in anger. Joseph found joy in that. He always liked to enrage people.
"What are you doing with my pack? What do you want from us? Just because we're born differently? How is that fair? Call it off!" Chase said, controlling his anger.
"I need to protect others. You guys are an unbalance of nature. Dangerous to society." Joseph shot back.
"But that barely makes sense! There are tons of different creatures out there that are far worse than what you think of us. There are vampires that feed off of human! Those highmicks are even worse considering that they eat our blood! Just try to look past whatever personal reason you have to hate werewolves."
Joseph looked away. Memories of his parents invaded his memory. He had watched as they died. Their bodies turning to threads because of lone wolves.
"Please Joseph. Not as an alpha, not as a leader. But please, as your brother."
Joseph's head snapped back towards chase. He felt rage burn through his veins. "You are not my brother." He yelled.
"Whether you like it or not Joseph, I am. We have the same parents. You are also one of us. You killed your own wolf! You shunned him and killed the most important thing!" Chase was angry. All of His other rage ever couldn't compare to this day. He felt his wolf howling to be let free. The wolf inside him wanted to murder his own brother for not only hurting his mate but also his pack.
"I can't chase. Whenever I think of YOUR KIND I think of the way they ripped our parents apart with their teeth and claws. I think of the screams that came from their mouth as they called to each other. I think of the way that I felt the two most important people in my life died while you we're out being Mr. Perfect alpha!"
"Those we're rouges Joseph. They were rouges that were driven mad with violence. Which is exactly what you'll do to my pack if you keep sending death threats to every single on of them!"
Joseph kept quiet. Maybe chase was right? He would never admit it. But he once was a wolf and he loved the feeling of the power.
"Fine. But if any one of you murder a human, innocent or not, or go making trouble, I will not hesitate to kill." Then he turned around. He walked towards the door with his 6 hunters trailing behind. He knew the other 6 were dead. He didn't expect more of them.
"Joseph," he stopped, "Joseph, how-how do I fix my mate?"
Joseph turned around and smirked. He met chase's vulnerable eyes and said "you can't"
Then waked away.
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The Painters Savior
Teen Fiction**Chase looks up at me and his eyes have tears on the edge of his eye lids. I step towards him and place my hands on his chest. I slowly raise my hands up to his neck and pull him flat against me. “You thought I was a weak flower. Thought so low of...
