Blood moon

Chapter 42. Meeting the Beta III

—Mark, do you think I'm an i***t— Harold Halland was beyond furious —You think they would just send you to monkey around to distract us, it was about something else, now our men are searching their shitty camp, when they tell me what they found we'll tear them all apart and put their body parts in the ground so the rest of their pack can find them— Hunter shuddered at his father's words.

He had known the cruel man in every way, he drank like there was no tomorrow, but today he was incredibly sober, he seemed more than willing to watch everyone's world burn and do it immediately if necessary. Hunter didn't think a pack of werewolves, would be capable of doing that, they were killers.

—A tunnel— gasped the middle-aged werewolf, the beta seemed to tremble with fear looking into the blue eyes of the Halland pack's alpha —we had to dig a tunnel under the tents, the men had to get there in a way that wouldn't draw attention to themselves.

—A tunnel for what?— asked the youngest of the alphas, digging his claws deeper into his skin, causing his collarbone to fracture, provoking his worst pain.

—To store weapons— he commented with little sadness. The man seemed to have given up in the eyes of the Halland family, but the beta had already anticipated this kind of behavior, they had even considered the possibility of something terrible happening to one of the men, killing was at the top of their list, but if someone was caught and their plan A was discovered, they had to make them believe it was the only plan they had contemplated.

—What kind of weapons?— asked the beta of the pack, he had grown up with both werewolves leading both packs, no doubt this was about more than just guns, it was about the survival of their pack, they would do more than take a couple of shots, here it was about making rivers of blood run in all directions.

—Normal weapons only— the beta hesitated to answer.

One of the wolves that had gone to check the camp had already returned, it was the stealthiest and fastest one. His face expressed how terrified he was, it was not about weapons as the beta said, there were bazookas, machine guns and grenades, it was quite scary that they could do something to the women or children of the pack, which would be just what they would think of doing, attacking the most vulnerable part of the pack.

He approached the beta of his pack to explain the situation, with the hearing of the werewolves, they all heard him. Hunter turned away from the scene that was happening in front of him, then went to find exactly what they had found, he cared very little what his father thought, measures had to be taken to calm the waters, the preservation of the pack was the most important thing.

He wondered what he would do when he got there or look for the real target they had, then he realized this was much bigger than he thought. As soon as he realized he had arrived, the men of the Garroway family were on their knees, they were outnumbered at least two to one, by the men of the Halland pack, it was a catastrophic situation, Hunter analyzed in his head the scenarios. If they agreed to let them live, they would have to take them home to the basement, leaving their home too exposed and aside from that, on the other hand, if he killed them slightly outside their territory it would violate an ancestral law of the werewolves, which said they would not cross accepted boundaries.

—Put the Garroway men on our side of the border— Hunter ordered, he would not risk a war with the other packs.

The werewolves under his charge took it upon themselves to watch him, they sensed what he was willing to do to them, it was about putting the pack, the women, the children and his moon at risk, if they got into a war, there would be no way he could protect Andrea, while he carried out his duties.

The youngest of the alphas in the werewolf family made his decision, action needed to be taken. It would be the first time he would do something so ruthless, but it was necessary. He needed to send a warning, he stood behind the man in question, one of the twelve chosen of the Garroway clan, he transformed his hand into a claw, he ran his fingers across the neck, ripping out his throat, blood gushed out, the body fell on him grass.

Everyone went completely silent, horror began to run through the werewolves, Hunter's eyes changed to a blood red, his wolf had taken control, he had been fighting that killer instinct, but his emotions had been running out of control for days and had finally exploded, he would not allow anyone to hurt the woman he loved, including himself.

—Who's next— he growled. His voice was so thick and guttural that it was hard for them to understand what it was about. The men of the Garroway family were afraid, they had been beaten in the past, but now he was being tougher than anything else, because he sounded like a deranged man.

His arms were completely transformed and his long teeth were getting longer, the nice boy disappeared, it was as if he just closed his eyes, his humanity had gone out, his wolf took over killing the other eleven men in front of him, he not only dismembered them and scattered their pieces, but he became very uncontrollable.

Harold controlled the beta and sent him to the basement, he even took his doctor to take care of him, then the comments about what his son had done reached his ears, he couldn't believe it until he saw it, they all did it, he slaughtered twelve men, but he was still completely enraged.

He had transformed, his muzzle was full of blood, crimson droplets stained the grass, he was beyond furious. His eyes had changed to blood red, he realized that his son was going through a process that werewolves rarely went through, losing control. Then he focused on his range of vision, he took a couple of steps to get his son's attention.

—I AM HAROLD HALLAND, I AM YOUR FATHER— The wolf didn't even seem to hesitate, it was obvious he had his son under control —I am your alpha, keep your head down— the wolf seemed to still be angry, he didn't consider that he was really watching him.

He then gave a loud growl that made everyone back away or duck their heads, this was about dominance. His son's wolf not backing down showed his sharp teeth and took two steps forward, he even dug his paws into the ground for momentum, he was ready to pounce on him.

Harold knew that if he started a fight right now, there was a high depth of him losing. His son was beyond sanity, but he was not a scaredy-cat, he transformed, his black fur as dark as night and his eyes stood out in the middle, then he attacked without warning, he lunged for the throat, he managed to dodge it quickly.

He growled loudly trying to intimidate it.

He tried to counterattack was so strong that although the older man was able to avoid it, it hurt to hit him against his body. The snouts opened wider and wider, it was trying to tear a piece of his son's skin off, they struggled, jumped and hit each other hard. Harold was a bit old for these trots, but he fought hard with everything he had to attack with.

Finally he managed to get a wide enough angle, the boy lacked some fighting experience, he left his neck exposed. Harold lunged for it, let it feel his sharp teeth, and waited for it to give way, when it relaxed, he looked at his son again, now his eye color had returned to normal.

She had never been so afraid, as when she saw the blood color in his eyes. It was known that werewolves in their purest state of alphas, when they were connected with their wolves had those changes, he never thought it would be Hunter who would be able to do it, besides it was about those who did it, they had the ability to lead more than a pack, but their own pack, they were the kind that hunted deer and humans.

Now he was passed out, but when he woke up he would have to face the reality of having killed twelve people, which was completely brutal. Harold thought he might have been wrong about the next leader of the family clan.