Flute of the Huntress

Chapter 14

Third pov;

Now that the two know a little more about one another, they decided to take things slow on their mated journey. Or in this case, their fatted path; preserved play-on-word for an elf/fairy. As they look upon the beautiful night sky. With its shining stars raining down was seen throughout the windows of Hank's house and the crescent moon at bay.

"Gaia, I now that it's in your nature to protect well nature. But what I want to ask is that, do you enjoy what you do despite it's why you were created for it?"

"Although it's the reason for my existence, I think that my creation had led me to meet the others and yourself. And to answer your other question, yes, I do enjoy it. To help protect the origin of life that is the ground we walk on to the air we breathe. Ensuring the safety of its vegetation that helps make a better environment to the animals in various solutions is fascinating to me. What about yourself? Do you agree, Hank?"

"Though I think it's because of the elven genetic make-up of my birth, I also understand your protection of the earth. But I think the will to your cause is stronger than mine shall ever be."

"That may be true. And yet, Hank, you still manage to pull a fast one over my eyes. Its what I like about humans enough to respect them when all odds are against them, they still manage to come out on up above all else."

And so, they spent their night in Hank's home where everyone is sleeping the night away. As it will be the next two weeks wherein a couple of days, a fight between wolves will ascend that'll change the fate of others. Before that fatted day happens, Hank and Gaia spent their time together by aiding the Salvation pack in fighting enemies and helping Gaia restore what's left of all discarded plantation. Their days seemed peaceful, until that late-night, two days later a herd of ferocious rouge werewolves bringing trouble came close to the Salvation pack's ground lands.

That was until a couple of Gaia's plants for security measures stopped them before they could continue going. However, they were only troops. For the wolves were only here to be sent as a message to the pack. A message for war.

As such, preparations were made for this up-incoming fight. For what the rouge werewolves announced were right. A three-hour war between them and the Salvation pack with the rouges on the losing side of the fight. Although some lives were lost within the battle, as the Beta was heavily injured taking a  wound that was meant for the Alpha, and that the Alpha had both a dislocated shoulder and broken leg. For it was Hank that was a death-defying injury from the Alpha of the rouge pack. Witnessing this broke Gaia's heart, however, if it were not the advice of the Luna for in a way to 'mark' him. However, its different for all superstition to save the life of their fellow chosen, even though some hold the same characteristics.

And that's what she did. When Gaia forced some of her blood from her mouth to hank's lips initiating a kiss between the lovers. For it was a slow and steady process in his wounds healing, Nevertheless, what transpired that day was almost sixteen years ago. For a week from now would be the birthday of their youngest daughter as their eldest son and other daughter's birthday had already passed.

As such, by Hank drinking, Gaia's blood attained what is that of her mystical being. For example, her abilities/powers, and a longer lifespan to that of a human or mystical creature. Till this day, the family lives to protect the world and aiding their help towards the Salvation and all other werewolf packs. The legend from the Flute of the Huntress is what started it all to never end. The End.

'~Sorry for the very long delay. Writer's block, but I'm also been coming up with other wattpad stories. Dance with Devils, Shaman King, Blue Exorcist, The Secret Saturdays, Monochrome Factor, Blood Blockade Battlefront, and so much more. Until then.~'