The Hunter's Pack

The Attack

I put down the binoculars, confirming that everybody was, indeed, drunk. Or at least not completely sober. The young couple was currently making out, almost falling over each other from the alcohol. The rest of the pack was sitting at the table, speaking loudly and grabbing food every few minutes. At one point, I had seen a shaky girl bring up another platter of roasted duck, but was promptly beaten up for saying something. I imagine she was the one Everett was speaking of.

"Team J, are you in position?" I promptly spoke into the small black walkie-talkie. There was a crackle, and then the slightly high-pitched voice of Jane could be heard.

"Yes, everyone is ready, including the snipers. In two minutes we will be raiding them."

"Alright, copy that." I attached the walkie-talkie to the back of my belt, under my coat. Team J were the only ones that hadn't sprayed on the smell-concealing potion. I took out my blackberry flip-phone, looking at the clock briefly before relaxing cross-legged against the tree to my right. I looked at my pack members nearby. Everybody had shifted into their wolves, but were laying down on the floor resting before the fight. Breathing in, I closed my eyes, ignoring the ensuing shouts and growls booming through the land in front of the pack house.

Eventually, the noises grew too quiet to hear, with almost everyone gone, as planned. I stood up, picking up my machine gun and motioning for my squad to be ready. We slowly walked out of the forest, met with a trashed clearing. The table with food was turned over, plates cracked on the grass. Chairs were broken to pieces, destroyed in the fray. There were a few dead bodies laying around, eyes blankly staring ahead. I guess they were caught by surprise. Watching the blood seeping into the dirt, I gave a sigh of annoyance. Couldn't they have stayed alive a bit longer to move and die elsewhere? We would have to move their bodies now. I looked around, and my lip curled up slightly in disgust. Did the alpha really not order anyone to stay behind and watch over the pack house? This was going smoother than I thought.

I entered the pack house with a few people (the rest were guarding outside), mildly interested in the interior decor. We had to pass through a corridor before entering a large room, of sorts. There was a staircase on the far left, while the far right had bathrooms. Walking past the staircase, we walked through a doorway, leading to a huge kitchen. There was a granite island next to the sink, and round black tables spread around. The half-chopped carrots and burning fried potatoes implied that someone had left the kitchen in a hurry. If the abused girl was considered practically a slave in this pack, then it would be safe to assume that she was the one that left.

"Split up and check the rooms. If you find a young girl and a small child, do not engage. Simply secure them and bring them to me." My pack members nodded their wolf heads and left the kitchen, leaving me with the carrots. I quickly turned off the stove, trying to salvage what I could of the potatoes. What a waste... I picked up the knife near the carrots and stabbed a few pieces of potatoes on it, bringing it up to my mouth. Hm. Although they were half burned, they weren't that bad. Or maybe I was just hungry. The knife stand caught my eye. There was room for six knives, but I could only count four including the one in my hands. Shrugging, I set the knife down, deciding to finally do my job as a member of the Cross pack and focus on the task. I strained my ears, trying to pinpoint where everyone was. My concentration was interrupted by a loud crash and shout. Calmly walking up the stairs, I was met with a corridor with open doors, my pack members crowding one of the rooms. 

"Don't come any closer! I'll hurt you if you take one more step!" An unfamiliar falsetto voice shouted. The strain in it sounded like she was crying. 

"Ma'am, we were simply instructed to take you in, not kill you. Be aware that that could change based on how you act." As I made my way to the front, the pack parting to let me through with polite "Alpha"s, I saw Everett standing at the front, trying to calm down the seemingly crazed girl holding out a kitchen knife with both hands. There was a small red-haired boy cowering behind her, silent tears streaming down his still-chubby face. 

"You seem to be the most active person so far when it comes to this girl, Everett." 

Said pack member jumped a bit, only noticing me when I spoke right next to him. He instantly collected himself and replied: "Well, maybe I care about these kids more than anyone else right now. I feel bad about their situation and don't exactly want them killed...And that could be dangerous, Alpha A." 

"Oh?" I continued spinning my pistol around my finger, ignoring his last comment. "You hear that, rogue? Everett here cares about your well-being, and he may be the only one. Don't take his generosity for granted." I took a step closer to her and immediately cringed at her loud shout.

"I told you not to come any closer! And I'm not a rogue. I'm part of the Bloodfang pack..." She trailed off, spitting out "Bloodfang" like it was poison. 

I rolled my eyes. "This is getting tiresome. You're obviously still confused, so here's what we'll do." I stopped spinning my gun and pointed it at her in a bored manner. "I have a gun kiddo. With silver bullets. You have...a kitchen knife. I'm sure you can do the math. Throw the weapon away from you and everything will be fine...if you're innocent. But I digress. If you do not do as we ask, you might not be the only one to get hurt." I pointedly glanced at the boy behind her and glanced up to see her petrified face. I was only bluffing of course; hurting an innocent child was not exactly enjoyable for me. 

The tense silence was interrupted by a crackle, followed by Elliot's amused voice. "Miss, we have successfully eradicated this pack. Teams A and J, as well as I, are approaching the pack house." There was a pause. "I am getting the distinct feeling that you are bullying someone. Could it be the omegas in question? Don't scare them too much please." 

I chuckled a bit, taking the walkie-talkie off my belt and replying. "You know me too well Elliot." He replied with a short "of course," and the report was over. I looked at the ginger girl in front of me, who was still holding the knife. At my raised eyebrows she dropped it, and walked up to us with the boy protectively hidden behind her.