Flute of the Huntress

Chapter 8

This chapter is continuing a week on the day of the Lunar Moon Festival transferring into the late night of the festival.

Gaia's Pov;

While journeying through the years of evolution, I have witnessed & experienced many things known/unknown to that of humanity. Somewhere it could never be proven mental or physical, while others would soon be known. And yet, to have at first gone through neglect before they're materialized distinctively. 

However, I never would have expected to find this human who has been consistently residing in the pack house, and to that of the forest. Now realizing that it's a friend of the Beta Jason & Gamma Paul named Hank who I've been sensing from outside the pack. Even so, I've been promised by the members to keep him safe in case their enemies detect their scent on Hank and attack him.

For at first, I thought he was that one-in-a-million kind of human who unknowably witnessed the truth of werewolves. Or even being born a human, he obtained a supernatural for a mate since he comes by the pack house as often as this person; Hank can be.

Though I made sure to keep tabs on him, I've begun to realize strange occurrences when I'm in proximity by him. Although, I never knew why, until tonight.

After hours upon hours, that flew by had passed with helping the pack members with me, in the end, attending the festival. And finally, as the moon began to hide when the shadows, what little light from was allowed throughout the night was how he saw me. That what felt like eternal darkness, with low lights by moon's outer reflection of its' spherical form brought out its inner beauty, comparing it by the various fireflies that have spread across the yard was an entrancing sight to behold of this night.

And yet, before either of us could utter a word to one another, Hank's aura began to intensify in a matter of minutes, let alone seconds. So it makes me wonder, what has Hank been thinking about before and after he laid his eyes on me?

~Backward to Time Skip from a week before the festival to tonight on Hank's Pov~

Hank's Pov;

Whenever I was around or at the 'pack house' as the other members of the house call it, I felt like I was being watched.

Though whoever it was that was observing me wasn't a thrift. And yet, I felt like I should be closer to whoever this person is. As the hours ticked by faster while I began to help the male members in whatever must be done around the pack considering they have over 4,022 werewolves who reside in the pack and all of the other houses, I've seen around the pack house, although I am counting not just the adults. But to all the children and the elders. Although I still felt the presence of what or who was watching me, I've begun to think that I would start to know more of whoever he or she is.

For finally, the long-awaited night had arrived. All around, as far as my eyes could see, there was much food/drinks presented, dancing and singing, with much of the children running/screaming throughout the field playing with one another. And as the night began to lose its shine was the start of the lunar month tonight. As what little light was left from the moon, and with the fireflies that glowed a honeydew color began to ascend through the backyard was when I looked into the eyes of her.

With the distant hollowing of the pack that turned into their wolves may me realized that whoever this girl-woman is, she wasn't a shifter but something far more significant.

But before either of us could say a word to each other, something within me began to change from the inside out. And then it happened!