The Alpha and His Huntress (ON HOLD)

Two

    "There is always two sides in a coin. So is karma."

...

Lilliana

I took off the glove on my right hand that I used to grab his thing and threw it on the ground. Thank goodness I was wearing that, or I will have to douse my hands in alcohol to kill any bacteria he may have. That's ridiculous, of course, because not only do they have a long life, but werewolves are immune to diseases of any kind as well. They are gifted like that.

Glancing yet another look at his lifeless body, I walked away. What a total disappointment. I expected more from him. Too bad his lust killed him faster than my bullet. Shaking my head, I put on the earphone back on my ear.

    “Lilliana? Lilliana? Answer me, damn it! Your father's going to kill me. Are you still alive?” It was Fred, my father's best friend.

    I rolled my eyes. He is being overdramatic. “Yes uncle Fred. The Alpha's dead by the way.”

    He sighed in relief. “Of course he is! You're Lilliana after all.” The pride in his voice made me smile. Unlike my father, uncle Fred took pride in my achievements. He was one of the many mentors my father, including himself, has insist on training me.

    “What about Wyatt?” I asked, worried. I haven't heard from him. Wyatt's a good hunter too but sometimes he can be lazy and tend to disregard small hints of danger.

    Uncle Fred barked a laugh. “Oh he's fine. That son of mine is just as good as me. No worries.”

He told me where to find them and I went there. As I walk around, I noticed smoke coming from inside the pack house. That was where I saw the woman and children went to. I frown. I started to head that way but a hand on my shoulder touched me. Adrenaline rushed through me and my whole body tensed. When I looked, it was Wyatt and my heart immediately calmed down.

   “Lil! Are you alright?” His eyes scanned me from head to toe with his eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

    “You scared me.” I shot him a glare when he looks back up. I scan him as well for scratches. Thankfully, he had none. “I didn't hear you. You shouldn't have done that. I could have shot you or something.”

    Wyatt scratched the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly at me. “I'm sorry. I forgot I am a better hunter than you.” He teased, grinning now.

I cannot help but smile. We both know who's better than the two of us. What with everyone trying to compare us with each other but Wyatt and I have no qualms about it. We were fine with it and took it as a friendly challenge to be better. We even made bets about it.

    “Goof.” I said, making him smile.

    From behind him, I caught sight of uncle Fred jogging up to us. He had his phone on his hand and he looked serious. “Lilliana. Your father's on the line.” He held the phone out to me. I hesitated. “You should take it. He's just worried about you.”

I sighed and took the phone from him.

    “Hello father.”

    “I'm sending out the jet to pick you up. Get on it as soon as now.” My father was never a man who bothered with proper greetings.

    I glared at the tree in front of me. “Hello to you too, dad.” Sarcasm coated every single word, but I didn't care.

   “Do not be sarcastic with me, Lilliana.” He bites back.

    I frowned. “What? I remember you and mom teaching me on how to properly greet a person. Have you taught me wrong?” I know having yet another verbal dispute with my father will only make him mad. A seriously mad Rey Walker is the very definition of frustrating, not to mention, exhausting. I have to constantly keep up with his unending charades to control my life and hinder me from hunting.

     “Try me young lady and I will personally drag you back home. You got what you want, went on a mission I was so against. Now it's time you listen to your father.” I haven't heard this tone from my father. For the first time, I felt a little terrified of him but again, I ignored it.

I did not answer because I might just scream at him.

     There was a little argument from the other line. A softer and gentler voice spoke. “Lilliana, sweetheart. Listen to your father. Come home now okay?” Mom says. The tone of her voice told me that she was worried too and there's urgency in her tone. My mother was a tough woman, the toughest housewife I ever knew. She is an accurate shooter. I swear my mother could shoot anything, moving or not, even at 2,000 meters away. She's that good. Uncle Fred used to tell me how great of a hunter my mother was but when she gave birth to me, she decided to stop. I felt bad about being the cause of her early retirement, but she swore I and my younger brother was a lot more important than that. She said she didn't regret it, not even a little.

    I huffed. “Mom I-”

    “Please?” There she said it. My weakness. I could never say no to mom. Unlike my father, mom lets me make my own mistakes, never telling me what I should or should not do. I could ask her, but then she always left the decision for me to make.

    I sighed. “Fine.” I said, but I made it sure that they know that as soon as I come home, there will be some explaining to do. I'm done with all their secrets. I know they knew something and if they want me to do as they say then they will tell me why they are so hell-bent on keeping me away from Europe.

After telling me to take care, I exchange goodbye with my mother and ended the call before my father could say yet another thing. I was doing this for mom, not for him.

Uncle Fred told me to bring the car back to the airport the moment I told him about my father's demand. Wyatt wanted to come with me, but he has to stay and help his father on the post attack. It was to make sure that no threat are left in the pack.

    “Call me when you got home, okay?” He said.

I nodded.

    “Take care, Wy. Bring me some chocolates will 'ya?” I said then winked at him.

    He laughs. “Oh yeah. I'll bring a suitcase full of chocolates just for you woman.”

Wyatt, being the gentleman that he is, walk me to the car and helped me remove the camouflage. He even open the door for me, which I'm very well-used to. When he closed the door, he inches closer to me by the window. He was looking at me with an expression I couldn't understand.

    I raised an eyebrow. “What? I'm just going home. Don't miss me too much.” I teased him, but his face remains serious. “Okay. Spill. Tell me what you want to say.”

    Wyatt sighed. “Nah. I'll just tell you when I came back.” He smiled.

    “Sure?”

He nodded.

    “Alright. Don't forget my chocolates yeah?” I said while laughing a little.

    He shook his head slowly while smiling. “Sure, sure.”

I watch him go back into the forest from the rearview mirror when I was an on the road. When I look back into the road, a child stood in the middle, unmoving. I immediately hit the brakes as to not hit him. The tires screeched at the abrupt stop. The child who was seemingly unbothered by the headlights looked straight in my eye, still unmoving.

Should I go out? He doesn't look like he's moving anytime soon. I hesitated for a while, but I decided to just get it over with. I stepped out of the car and approached the child cautiously.

    “What are you doing here?” I asked him, keeping a few feet of distance between us in case he tried to attack me.

    I saw him sniff at me. Hope filled his tear stained face. “I know who you are. Help me.”

    To say I was a surprise was an understatement. “Excuse me?”

    The boy suddenly run to me and hugged me at the waist. “It's you. I know it's you. Help us.“ He pleaded against my side.

    I froze. What the hell is happening here? He looked up at me, his clear blue eyes begging. “I... Don't you know who I am?” I was perplexed.

    “I forgive you for helping the enemy but help us. They will kill us. All of us.” He said.

    I have no idea what he's talking about, but I assumed that he was talking about the other hunters who are dealing with the post attack process. He's afraid, that was why. “No. They won't. We don't kill children and woman.” I told him.

    He shook his head and took a step back and away from me. “No!”

    He was getting farther and farther away. I don't know what came over me, but I kneeled down on one knee and grab his arm. He looks like he was about 7 or 8 years old. “Listen to me.” I paused to check if he was listening. When his eyes did not leave mine, “Go back and be strong. Make your pack better than it was before. Can you do that?” I asked him.

The boy nodded.

    I smiled. I grab my gun with a leather handle and gave it to him, making sure that his skin does not touch the silver. “This may be a bane to your kind, but it can also protect you. A weapon's power depends on its user. Do you understand me?”

He nodded again, looking at the gun with a mix of awe and courage.

My cellphone vibrated from my pocket. I took it out and caught a glimpse of the message in the lock screen. It was the pilot, looking for me.

    “Use it to protect anyone you care about. When you're big and has your own pack, maybe we'll meet again. I can't help you now other than give you courage.”

I knew they were going to be fine. My fellow hunters won't harm them, but I gave it to him to ease his worries. So he will feel safe but if he did, in the future did establish a pack of his own, I will offer help if still needs it but now, I trust that this boy will make something of the chaos that their pack has become. It was a huge task for a child his age, I know, but I have this odd sense of trust that he will succeed.

    I saw the boy's ears perk up. He glanced on his back but immediately turn his eyes on me. He wiped the tears away from his face. Bravery replaced the fear that was there before. “Until then, Luna.” He runs back into the forest, leaving me even more confuse. Why did he call me that?

...

The drive back was so silent. I couldn't stop thinking about the young werewolf and our bizarre encounter. With a sigh, I force the thought away. I sure hope that he'll be fine.

It's almost midnight and the air got even colder. I stopped the car on the side and took my jacket then began to drive again. The road was serenely beautiful. The moon was exactly right on the road, and it seems even brighter that I could see the road ahead clearly. Moments like this makes me feel at ease. My muscles are relaxed and tension was off my shoulders. I open the window and let my hand out. As the cold wind hits my hand, I exhaled it and let out a sigh.

It took me almost an hour before I reached the airport that's only available for us hunters. There are several private airports all over the world that is under the Walker's name. It was a fast and practical form of transportation that my grandfather and his father before him has wisely invested in.

As soon as I sat on the inside of the private plane, I slip on the harness because tiredness had hit me, making me sleepy. After securing my bag with all my weapons, money and cellphone beside me, I was out. I didn't even felt the plane took off because I was already fast asleep. For some reason, I can't seem to fight off the sleep. Maybe that was why I didn't realize that something was amiss.