Under the Blue Moon

Ch 10: What Else Could go Wrong?

Jace POV:

    I stepped into my fathers room, the curtains drawn for the night. He lie in his bed looking brighter in color then what he had been in the past few weeks. The dark purple circles under his eyes had softened, and his heart beat was stronger. It gave hope, the transfusions from the werewolves bone marrow and blood was helping, but it needed to be stronger.

"How are you feeling dad?" I asked approaching his bedside.

"Better." He answered. "So tell me, what did you come up with to bring me away from deaths doorstep?" He sat up. I fixed his pillows.

"Out of all the supernatural creatures, werewolves heal at an impressive rate without throwing off the natural balance of things." I answered as I turned on the lamp. He chuckled without humor as he watched me intently.

"My son, too smart for his own good."

"I'm just doing what I can."

"Your mother...." He stoped himself for a moment as he looked down at his hands. He rarely talked about her, it brought him too much pain. She died when I was only nine.

    I remember she wanted to go pick something up from the store to make my father an anniversary dinner for the next day, he had offered to take her. They were attacked as they were coming back home. My father never went into full detail about it and became very closed off after her funeral.

    As the leading hunter, he made the decision to move our family and the rest of the hunters away to recollect and rebuild what he had left; the clan of hunters and my sister and I. He put most if not all of his time into hunting supernaturals, finding new ways to kill them, and training other hunters. He trained me harder than what he ever had. I killed my first werewolf when I was only ten. Scarlett later fell into the same path when she turned the same age as me when I started training.

Children of hunters weren't meant to start the practice until they were thirteen. My father enforced the rule of kids starting their training once they reached nine. He thought the earlier they started, the stronger they would be.

    When you are born into this life, you are trained by hunters. You are sent away to St. Demetrius, a school that was started by my grandfather in 1495. It was there you learned every detail about all the supernatural creatures you could think of. The hunter was given that knowledge learned through centuries to combat and fight the dark world where supernatural beings roamed.   

    The objective for the university was to protect not only ourselves from the inhuman things around us, but also the humans. Humans were the lowest thing on the food chain. They often fell prey to the forces stronger than they. It was our job to protect and maintain the balance of the world. Humans don't know of this world beyond their own, and it was best to keep it that way.

    I chose to move the clan back to our home here in Blue Hill, Maine as my fathers illness continued to escalate. The pervious packs from Minnesota were becoming useless for us. Blue Hill was our home for centuries and the most powerful alpha resided here. I needed him for the cure that would help not only my father, but others as well. Their healing abilities had too much potential to ignore. So why wouldn't I try to help?

    I waited for my father to continue. He rubbed one hand over the other as he spoke.

"She would have been proud of you... the man you have become."

I looked off into the distance. Would she though? I thought back to Bea.

"Despite what you believe, I think about her everyday. I miss her." His voice was rough as his tired eyes met mine.