Fate for a Luna

Chapter 12

"We haven't heard anything from them in three weeks," I complained to my uncle as I threw one of his throwing knives at a makeshift target on a thick tree.

"At least Tyler woke up," Jerry tried to reassure me as we watched my knife hit the bullseye of the painted red target.

"Yeah, and the loser can't even remember what happened," I muttered as I picked up the last knife. I quickly threw the blade and it stuck into the tree about two inches away from the one before it.

"We're gonna have to do this again. You can't let your anger interfere with your aim. Now go get them," Jerry told me. I let out a groan as I started to walk the hundred feet to the tree.

"It was two damn inches!" I yelled out frustrated.

"Two inches is the difference between life and death. You're doing it again!" Jerry yelled back, just as frustrated as me.

"Ugh! I hate knives!" I grumbled to myself as I continued walking.

"Yeah well until your mate gets more weapons we're stuck with the ones I brought myself," Jerry said still standing where we originally were.

"Why didn't you like the cooler weapons? Like the axes or oh I don't know... guns!" I snapped at him.

Jerry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms then said, "Knives are easier to hide and can be used for things other than just fighting."

"Whatever," I answered. I kept walking in a tense silence. Once I reached the tree I pulled the knives out and cleaned whatever sap or paint residue was on them. I finally got all seven knives clean and started to make my way back to Jerry. Once I had gotten back Jerry took one of the knives from my hand.

"Remember to give in to your hunter gene. You're half-wolf so you have more than enough strength to get it there, but it's your hunter side that is going to get you the perfect aim. Now do what you already know how to do," Jerry ordered me then threw the blade. He then turned back to me with an expecting look on his face after it landed in the middle section of the bullseye.

I took in a deep breath and started to throw. I got to where there were three left when I heard a rustling behind us. I waited for the rustling to leave or to announce themselves like Hayley, Carter, and Al usually does.

"Are you going to throw?" Jerry asked me confused.

"Of course, I am," I answered. The rustling got closer, but nobody said anything. I took a deep breath then turned towards the rustling and threw the blade to where it would impale the person in the shoulder.

I heard a female scream and Jerry looked at me in shock. "What the hell did you just do?" He asked me in a disapproving manner.

"Don't act like you've never seen me do that," I told him. We started to run towards the screaming. My uncle went forward with concern while I went with a knife raised and the other one hidden, ready to be used in case of an emergency.

We approached a girl with dark hair on the ground screaming while another older girl with light brown hair was trying to comfort her. It took me a moment but I finally realized the dark-haired girl was Sheryl.

"Sheryl?" I asked once we were within earshot. The two girls' heads snapped up to look at us.

"Did you do this?" The older girl asked angrily.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Who in their right mind just throws a knife when they don't know who is there!" The girl shouted at me.

"Obviously me. Like I said, sorry. I'm on edge right now," I said.

Sheryl gripped the handle of the knife and with a yelp pulled it out of her shoulder. I should probably get Al here.