The supernaturals of moon field

Chapter three

Chapter 3

Isabella opened her eyes to a new day that had already dawned. She wore a sad expression as the realization hit her – she must have dozed off, only to wake up to a world where things would never be the same again. Her Dad was gone.

In an effort to find comfort, she tightly gripped the necklace resting on her neck. This silver necklace held more than just material value; it was a priceless gift from her father, though she never expected it to be his final present to her.

With her father gone, she knew that everything would now be different. No longer would she hear his voice as he stood at her door, calling her name when she woke up. She let out a heavy exhale, grasping the reality of her loss.

“Isabella,” a voice called from the door. She turned her neck to see Uncle Lucas standing there.

“Came to check on you,” he said as he entered the room. She acknowledged his caring presence with a nod, and he motioned for her to follow him.

They soon found themselves outside the house, surrounded by a crowd of around thirty people – both men and women. It seemed like the entire park had shown up.

Glancing at Lucas, she saw him nod in affirmation. Then, her mother emerged from the house and everyone gathered around.

“Thank you all for coming,” her mother spoke, tears streaming down her cheek.

“Thank you for your love and support for my husband and our family. He was a good man.”

“I will take it from here,” Lucas said, moving closer and taking hold of Lia's hand, aware that her emotions were fragile.

“Michealsons,” he continued, addressing the crowd, “this is a great loss for us all. Losing an alpha is never easy, but we must carry on. We cannot afford to remain vulnerable, even for a day. So, Michealsons, I present to you, your new alpha, Lia-Luna.”

With those words, the crowd lowered themselves onto one knee, placing their right hands on their left shoulders and bowing their heads in a solemn gesture.

“Thank you,” Lia said to Lucas, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Isabella, who stepped forward and embraced her.

“It's going to be okay, Mom." Isabella whispered reassuringly.

“I know,” Lia replied, kissing her daughter's hair.

Meanwhile, the rest of the park began to disperse, returning to their respective destinations. The coronation had come to an end, but the mourning would continue for a little while longer.

Isabella redirected her attention to Lucas, who was now engaged in conversation with someone else. She approached him and patiently waited for their discussion to conclude.

“So, how do you do it?” she asked once the other woman had left.

“Do what?” Lucas questioned, attempting to decipher her meaning.

“You're not a wolf, but you seem so comfortable around them.”

“I guess it wasn't meant for me,” he grinned. “My father was a wolf, but my mother was human. Somehow, his wolf gene didn't transfer to me. It did, however, transfer to both of my siblings.”

“Does that bother you?” Isabella inquired.

“It used to, but not any more. I'm still a Michaelson, whether I'm a wolf or not. It's pretty cool, building a network of wolves and taking out vampires,” he tapped her shoulder playfully.

“Of course, you're the computer wizard,” Isabella chuckled, and Lucas joined in.

“What really happened to your parents?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Vampires happened. You know, it never ends – the hunting and losing loved ones. But we will kill them all,” he said with a determined smile, to which Isabella responded in kind.

“I can't wait to get out in the field, but Lucas, I really want to know who killed my father,” she said. Lucas nodded and held her hand, understanding the weight of her desire for justice.

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Bridget and her brother sat together on a bench when their father approached. Immediately, they both stood up.

“Father,” Bridget said, her voice filled with concern.

“Are you both okay?” he asked, worriedly examining their faces.

“Yes, we're fine,” Bridget replied, speaking on behalf of both of them.

“How could she have done that? Her simple job was to drive you both home,” their father muttered angrily.

“I'm sorry, Dad…" Bridget began, her voice trembling.

"Bridget, none of this is your fault. Your aunt just didn't have the necessary skills to survive out there on her own. Thank goodness you are both okay,” he reassured them, embracing them both tightly.

“I'm going to find whoever did this, and when I do, I will put a stake through her heart,” their father declared with determination.

“She said her name was Tatiana,” Gary interjected.

“Tatiana?” Mark, their father, spoke in surprised disbelief.

“Dad, do you know her?” Bridget asked curiously, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“I think I do,” he answered, his voice filled with uncertainty and concern.

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Tatiana arrived at the car park, the clock nearing noon. Despite the time, the atmosphere remained serene. She let out a breath, glancing around at the parked cars, and noticed no one in sight.

Making her way to a particular spot, Tatiana lowered herself to the ground. She knew the way into the community like the back of her hand, but thoughts of Morgan lingered, continuing to bother her. Last night, after a long period of time, she had finally succumbed to her frustration and anger, taking the life of a human.

Morgan had spent eternity avoiding such an act, but he was gone now, and Tatiana exhaled, her troubled thoughts consuming her. Shifting a part of the floor, she revealed a deep, dark hole.

“What are you doing?” a woman's voice suddenly sounded behind her. For a moment, Tatiana jerked, her instincts kicking in. But she quickly composed herself and turned around. A woman in her prime stood just a few paces away.

Tatiana studied her carefully, realizing she was not a supernatural being, but instead a human, perhaps retrieving her car or something of the sort.

“What is that?” the woman inquired, pointing towards the concealed hole.

“You didn't see anything. Forget about this moment,” Tatiana replied firmly, her gaze locking with the woman's. The stranger nodded silently and walked towards her car. Tatiana couldn't help but think, “It's much easier with mind control than killing,” whispering what Morgan used to say.