Under the Blue Moon

Ch 11: Not How I expected this Date to End

A funeral for our lost pack member was held the next day. As one of our many traditions, she was  buried under the moon and stars. Just as all children of the moon were. Each member of the pack was present as she was laid to rest. When the moon is at the highest peak in the sky, she was lowered into the earth as we said our final goodbye. Howls erupted from the distance from those who were on patrol, mourning the loss of their pack member. 

The pack was out for blood now that they had a lead. They used the hunter they had found a few days ago for information and leverage. Gabriel's pack offered a helping hand by assisting us as we tracked down the hunters. He was just as furious as our pack. Everyone wanted to see the hunters hung, knowing how we operate— the nooses were being prepared as we speak.

I wanted to know more about the hunter. Why were they back, why kill a child to prove some sick point? I found myself face to face with him in the den of the pack house. His wrists and ankles were held by brass cuffs attached to the oak wooden chair. His body looked weak, but strong enough to be alive.

"So the hunter gets hunted, classic." I said as I pulled up a leather chair sitting across from him. His green eyes met mine, he jerked in his chair trying to move closer to me but his efforts failed.

"Your waisting your time trying to break free from those cuffs. It's an antique, passed down from generation to generation for things like you," I crossed my legs sitting back. "We call her Ole Faithful."

The man who looked to be in his late twenties sat back in the chair. His blond hair was matted with blood. His ivory skin was weak in color and held traces of blood, the claw marks on his chest was filled with cloth to assist in the bleeding, he looked battered and bruised from when he tried to fight the wolves off in his escape. A dark laugh erupted from his lips.

"You honestly think I'm going to tell you anything? You're wasting your time." He said.

"I don't expect you to... yet. See— I have a funny way of getting what I want."

"You stupid bitch. Don't you realize you won't win this time." He spit. 

"Yet here you are."

"I'm just one of hundreds of hunters out there. You think killing me is going to make any impact to save the rest of your mongrels?" He struggled with his breath as he laughed again. "Think of it like this, I die— but there will be another one to take my place, if that one dies there will be another-- so on and so forth."

"I don't know... history doesn't seem to be on your side at the moment. Not to mention, I don't see any of your fellow hunters bending over backwards to save you. It's been three days."

"Mutts, always fucking arrogant. You don't realize who you're up against."

"Enlighten me." I clasped my hands in my lap.

"What would be the fun in that?" He leaned forward as he spoke, "You won't win Beatrice. You and your pack will be destroyed."

I leaned forward, inches from his face as I spoke "That's a bit dramatic, and I don't care much for your language."

"Think of it what you want."

"Why did you kill that girl?" My tone flat as the words came from my mouth.

He remained quiet.

"She was a kid."

"She won't be the last."

Rage coursed through my body as I let out a low growl. I slowly stood up so I was standing in front of him.

"She was innocent."