Alone

Chapter 13

                                                                                1791- Jasper Moreau

    “Damnation. How could we have possibly missed it. It was living under our very noses. And we missed it.” I screamed at my men. More like pathetic mongrels no better than mindless beasts. We had been tracking the beast for the past 5 years never knowing that it was here in America all this time. I have wasted 5 years of my life, tracking this bastard, I thought. How could we have possibly missed it?

    “My lord, we did not expect it to track us so easily. It is a werewolf; they don’t have the same powers as a werecat.”

    That got me thinking. There is no way that a werewolf has been able to avoid us this long without us getting lucky, unless it is getting help.

    “Begin looking for werecat’s in the area,” I instruct. “Make sure to keep actions and thoughts focused on werewolves otherwise they will know we are coming for them.”

                                                                                            1792

    It was a rainy, August night in Maine. I couldn’t see a bloody thing other than the flicker of figures against the candlelight inside. I was waiting for my men to bring out the felines that were tracked here. This God forsaken land. The cabin where they were discovered was on the verge of collapse, on the edge of a cliff. As if that would have protected them.

    The cabin door opened and out my men dragged four barely conscious figures. It must be a family of sorts. It was a male, a female and two young children, so young I couldn’t determine their gender. At least they looked like people, but I knew better. A male and female were fighting back weakly, while the little ones looked terrified. My men deposited them a couple yards away from me. Even though they were not werewolves silver and wolfsbane always weakened them as well.

    “Where is it?” I asked quietly. I knew they could hear me from were they were.

    “We don’t know. We don’t interact with many people.” The man spoke up.

    “Please don’t hurt our children. They are innocent. They haven’t done anything.” The female wept openly. My men snickered behind them and one of them kicked the female upside the head making her head whip to the other side. I looked on in disgust.

    “We know for a fact that you have because there are people in the village below that remember seeing a man that fills the description of what we are looking for. And he headed in this direction a couple of weeks ago.” She began to visibly tremble. “Now I am going to ask again. Where is it?”

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    It has been hours ago sense we killed the male, and the rain had finally subsided. Even after taking what my men wanted from the woman, she still seemed to have some spirit in her. She would try to bite and scratch my men when they would f**k her. Even though they held her down she was able to get a few hits in, before they subdued her. I had moved the children inside the cabin and had closed the door, muffling too many noises. One thing I have learned about my precious Anna is that children are the best sources to learn the truth. Even with the screams of pain from their mother outside, the screams were muffled quickly by my men.

    “Hello, children my name is Jasper Moreau and I am looking for a man that came through here a couple of weeks ago. Do you remember him?” The children were visibly frightened. To the point they couldn’t speak. I lifted them both onto my lap, just like I did with Anna when she was scared. I rubbed their backs and hummed a lullaby till I felt their little bodies relax. “Now can you answer my question please?” They both had hair like fire, like their parents, with crystal blue eyes. They must be twins because they looked the exact same. Their faces still had their baby fat but soon they were grow into men.

    “There was a man that came and stayed for a couple of days.” One of them spoke up. Must be the dominant of the two, I noted. “Until his friend came and got him”

    “This friend have a name?” I ask carefully.

    “Abigail. Abigail Walker.” He sounded so sure. I mull this over I had gone over all the names of the werecats we had found and not were of that name. This was troubling how many more were we missing.

    I turn to the dominant child. “Thank you very much.” I stand up and begin to make my way out.

    “Sir Moreau, is that your family name?” The quiet one speaks up. His eyes gleam with intelligence.

    I glance at him curiously. “No, unbeknown to many, I took on my wife’s name in order to reach a higher status than the one I would have received if I would have kept my own. Why do you ask child?”

    “Many years ago, the Moreau family were known as a royal family of werecat’s. Our parents told us stories of them and how they were all annihilated by hunters. But it appears not all of them were.” He smirks a cocky grin.

    His words sink in slowly. I scramble out of the cabin and gesture to my men to finish up and get rid of the evidence. Before long the cabin was in flames. Their screams of pain are background music as I ponder what the next step is. When their screams eventually quiet down I know what I must do.

    With a look of grim determination I turn to my men, “pack up boys, we are headed home.”