Moonlight

12

The time has come, after all of this, I'm taking my family down. Once and for all. The six of us, against the ten of them. All of the help we can get, and loads of firepower. A neighboring pack gives us three more on our side.

"I'm going out for a walk, Ian, do you want to join me?" I ask, I look at him, who's trying to flip a bottle to land on its end.

"Yeah, just let me try one more time." He replies, his eyes locked on the bottle. I groan, this is the fiftieth time I've heard that stupid pang noise when the bottle falls to its side, still, like the failed attempts, resulting in a groan deep in Ian's throat.

We both walk outside, the cool air hits both of us. My long hair whipping about in the wind, shivers appear on my body.

"What are we doing out here?" He asks as I continue farther into the woods.

"I've called a few friends, in hopes of having a few allies." I reply softly. Ian and I tread further back, leading to a stream.

"Alright, you told us to meet you here, what's the problem?" A soft voice spoke behind me.

Ian practically jumps out of his skin. For a werewolf, he really doesn't have the typical senses of one. Than again, he doesn't even have the typical senses of a teenager.

"Who are they?" Ian asks, referring to the three people who scared the daylights out of him.

"Rosalyn, alpha." I point to the red haired girl, mid twenties, and an excellent hunter.

"Matt, omega." I point to the only other guy with us. Early twenties.

"Last but certainly not least, Victoria." I point to the final girl, a brunette with an attitude. Ian nods at the additions to the pack.

"Anyway, what is the problem?" Rosalyn asks. I clear my throat and take a deep breath.

"A group of hunters have posed as a threat to my pack and I. I would like to take them down before they take us down." I reply.

"Okay, I know an alpha pack, they're on the border of Pennsylvania." Victoria adds.

"What are we planning for a war or something?" Ian asks with a small laugh.

"Much more than that, we are planning to take them down." Rosalyn replies sharply.

"Unless, you'd rather become a rug in their living room." Matt snaps.

"I can't wait... to take down a clan of hunters... and possibly become a rug in their living room!" Ian exclaims nervously. He folds into himself, fearing for the worst.

A while after our back and forth discussion on how to take them down, we devise a plan. Gather as many people as we can, and strike at the perfect moment.

"Ian, listen to me. You can't tell the others about this. Wait until I mention it." I plead.

"Fine, but what do I get out of this?"

"You are a twenty year old werewolf who acts like a twelve year old! What do you want?" I exclaim.

"Thirty bucks!" He replies.

"Twenty bucks?" I offer.

"I could tell Garrison right now." He threatens.