The Hunter

Chapter 4-The Emerald Blade

Just as I thought I was a goner I heard a gun shot and felt the body of the wolf fall on top of me. Naturally I screamed. I opened my eyes and tried to push the wolf corpse off of me, but he was too heavy. Because of the heavy weight on my back and because I was on top of Rae, it was much harder to breathe.

I felt Rae starting to move underneath me. "Uh....Alex...." Rae said. "Yeah?" I replied. "Why are you on top of me?" I thought a second about what to say. "I was protecting you from the wolf." I answered. "More like squishing me! You way a ton!" Rae yelled squirming. How do I tell her that a dead wolf is kinda on top of us? "Uh Rae...." 

"What?" Rae asked. Maybe I should just say it directly. "Well......There kinda is a dead wolf on top of us." 

"There's a WHAT?!?" Rae yelled. "Uh nothing!" I called back. Oh boy, are we in a pickle. Did I just say pickle? I hate those....the food kind not the situations....well I hate those too but that's not the point of this conversation. Wait, what is the point of this conversation? Am I really arguing with myself?? Gosh I'm weird!

I felt someone move the wolf off my back. I breathed easier now and I got off of Rae. I looked up at my rescuer. My father stood there holding his gun. He had his hand out. I grabbed it and he helped me up. Then I helped Rae up. "Are you girls okay?" My father asked. Rae nodded. I stood quietly covering my wound with my hand.

"We have to go before more of them show up." My father said walking toward the door. I frowned and blocked his way. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me whats going on!" My Father stared into my eyes, I stared back. "Explain the werewolves!" Rae yelled. "And explain what they want with me!" I demanded. My father stared more closely at me. 

"You went in the attic, didn't you?" He asked. "Yes I did." My father shook his head. "The reason I didn't want you up there was because I didn't want you involved in the family business." He said. "No you just wanted to keep my mother from me!" I yelled pulling out the picture. "Is this her? Is this my mother?" I asked holding it out in front of me. My father stood silently. "Answer me dammit!" I yelled. I felt a tear fall down my cheek. My father pushed aside and entered the hall. "I know you have questions, but we have to go." He said. Rae put her hand on my shoulder. I wiped away my tears and followed after my father. 

Sooner or later he'll have to tell me everything. I can wait....maybe.

I heard someone digging through stuff in the attic. My father came down the ladder. "It's gone..." I heard him say. "What's gone?" Rae asked. "My journal. It's important to those beasts. They must have taken it." My father answered. "You mean this journal?" I asked picking it off the ground. "Yes!" My father yelled taking it from me. "What do they want with it?" Rae asked. "It contains certain information that they want." My father answered. "Like?" My father kept silent. I stared at him in anger. He wont answer about mom and now this! He is really getting on my nerves. 

"Do you smell something burning?" Rae asked. Yeah now that you mention it, I do. I nodded. We entered the kitchen. "My meat!" Rae yelled running over to the stove. "Wait, did you say meat?" My father asked. "Yeah I was cooking some earlier." Rae answered. "Every wolf within a three miles radius can smell that!" My father snapped. "Whoops..." Rae replied shrugging. "Hurry we need to get out of here before they....." My father stopped in mid sentence as we went out the door. Wolves surrounded the house. They circled us as we stepped off the porch. They licked their lips hungrily. We all froze. "Sup wolfies." I said waving. Rae forced me to stop waving. I never said I was the smartest person. When it comes to situations like this you have the choice to act cool or panic. I try to act cool.

"Why aren't we chow yet?" Rae whispered. "Because there waiting for someone." My father whispered back. "Who?" I asked. My question was answered when a huge black wolf with a scar around his eye came through the crowd toward us. "Look at Mr. Fancy pants over there." I joked. Did I call him Fancy pants? Wait a second, He's not even wearing pants! Okay I don't want to think about this anymore... "I wouldn't make fun of him if I were you. He's the clan leader." My father whispered. I swallowed hard. Wait why would he know?