Tomorrow Never Dies (Moonlight 3)

Chapter 7-Golden

"Over there." Ashton spoke, I opened my eyes up again and followed his gaze. My breath caught instantly as I stared at the scene before me.

Between two of the restaurants I could faintly see a small circle of people dressed in black clothing. One would probably miss them if they had simply been walking past or if someone hadn't pointed them out. I saw the flash of silver from their long-pointed weapons that each held in their hands. This seemed to be what we were looking for.

It was perfect, I realised. A place that was close to where Calum and Georgia had been going but still drawn away from the crowds. I frowned realising as we walked closer that their weapons didn't look at all like the handmade ones that Ashton had described to me. I think these people were a lot more professional than those who had attacked him.

Calum stood in the centre of the circle. His eyes were glowing a sharp golden, he was partly shifted with his sharp teeth and claws exposed. Georgia stood tall beside him, her fists clenched, and her determined eyes narrowed.

I felt a sharp pull on my shoulder as I was dragged backwards behind the nearby wall. Ashton let out a sharp yelp beside me. He sent a scathing scowl in Michael's direction as he released our shirts.

"Shush." Michael hissed at Ashton as he pushed through us and glanced back around the corner.

Ashton glared at him but remained silent as the three of us watched and waited to see what would happen. There was no sense in running in just yet. At least not until we knew what was going on. Calum had called us here for a reason.

"Okay look I'm listening." Calum growled at them, "I think you've made your point." His hand hovered up to a light healing scar on his forehead. "What have I done wrong this time hmm?"

There was a few smug glances and I noticed a few of the attacker's grips tightened on their weapons. Maybe now was the time to step in, but neither Michael or Ashton moved.

"The treaties dead." One hissed, glaring at Calum. "We have no reason to protect you and your pack of wolves anymore."

Calum was genuinely stunned his eyes grew wide. The three of us let out a sharp gasp. The treaty was dead? My mind thought of just how things had been before we'd made it. We'd been lost and constantly on the run from the hunters that feared us. I thought those days were long gone.

Surely, we hadn't broken it?

"We've done nothing to hurt you hunters." Calum glared, "We haven't broken any rules we agreed on." He thought for a moment, "We haven't hurt anyone unless it was in self-defence, we've even worked with the hunters and we haven't grown our pack. It's not dead."

Georgia nodded in affirmation, earning disgusted glares from the hunters. I also noticed a few sniggers and eye rolls amongst the hunters. They didn't believe them.

"Then tell us Alpha just who were those four wolves at the Petrol Station attack? Seems strange that there is four members of your pack and four that attacked. Can't be that much of a coincidence, hmm?" The hunter demanded with almost childlike glee.

I stared, so they were still blaming us and with much more certainty this time. I could see where they were coming from, but they had no further evidence or proof. Why were they so certain that it was us?

"I'm telling you it wasn't us." Calum spoke though I noticed his voice was weak and failing by the end. None of us could say with one hundred percent certainty that was the truth.

"Then explain how the samples of fur we found at the site matched members of your pack then?" The hunter grinned.

Samples?