Blood moon

Chapter 84. she is a werewolf

George Garroway was seriously thinking of giving the situation the coup de grâce, right now. He had already warned the packs to stay away from the Hallands, because they had unfinished business, surely they wanted to see what would happen, because if there was a new werewolf in charge, they would attract everyone's attention, it takes a lot of power to hold the position and that would be what they asked the youngest of the Halland brothers to do.

Hunter still didn't know what was running up his leg with the situation that was brewing, he had asked his men the few that were left to stand aside, but ready enough to attack without any consideration, now he had the women in his hands ready to attack.

They had made friends with the men of the pack and their women, they had found enough confidence to approach them, to trust them even with their young, the plan was laid out to make a unified attack, the idea of killing those kids crossed his mind.

—If you do that we will send a clear message, we will not stand for any of our own being killed— that was his idea, but his mother's face showed him that he could be wrong, because she was not smiling.

—You're talking like an i***t— the woman commented angrily, her tone frightening to almost everyone who heard her, giving the impression that at any moment she would rip his heart out if you had the slightest idea of betraying her or hurting her.

—An i***t? It's about the survival of the pack— they were silent for a moment, before he added —The women in this pack have lost husbands and sons, why not charge them the same, one son for another, blood for blood," the way he said it made everyone around him think it.

—You're stupid, it's never been about that, and you have to think that these men, older men, they know how to fight and they had faced big duels, they are not anything to deal with, so no, don't try to explain to me what the situation is about, because your father was killed by the Halland family, I was the one who had to take care of the mess the men made.

—It's for that reason that we should do this mother— his anxious tone of voice showed how childish he could be, the hatred he had in his heart, the bad emotions he was harbouring inside.

—Don't think I have any consideration for those sons of bitches, they should all die, but if we kill those kids, then they will come for us, no one will tolerate such an affront, but if you murder their mothers and wives, they will get the message, they will go into a frenzy that will make their pain cloud their judgement.

That had been the strategy that had held them together, a cold mentality of change and violence in the extreme, they could not afford weaknesses, after killing the children's parents, they annexed the children to their pack to make it grow in numbers, they told them how cruel the world could be and how they were prisoners of war, but if they swore with their blood before the leader, they would forgive them all those sins they had in their dna, so that they could be free, otherwise hard labour awaited them.

—I am not interested in capturing servants mother, we have good men in our ranks, our women are more than capable of beating up many warriors, we excel in war because we use everything we have at our disposal to fight and we don't stop doing it, I don't see why we should have considerations with those people now.

The woman asked for more patience in her heart to be able to endure what her imbecile son was proposing, how could she think that was even possible? The strength of a pack was in its numbers, if they died in training it was good, because only the strong were left, but children were scarce, couples no longer wanted to have them and the rhythm of their life made pregnancies very high risk, so how will the pack grow?

—Don't be an i***t, we need warriors for the fights, and if you are not going to procreate a litter soon, we will need all the help we can get, besides it would be an appropriate punishment for those who killed our own, they were on neutral ground, that should never have happened— the woman felt a great anger in her heart, Since they had been buried on the opposite side of the border, entering to give them a proper burial would be a sign of war unless they asked for permission, in which case they would be given a supervised time slot, which was more humiliating than she was willing to endure.

George had to admit that what his mother said was true, the things they could do now were limited and the Hallands had the advantage, but that only made him angrier that the truth was so painful, though the idea of marriage sounded like a good one, he could marry the moon of another alpha wolf, that would make the manda submit to him, because the moon would make the men stay out of the situation to take care of her, then the image of Andrea crossed his mind.

They had shared fleeting moments together while he had her kidnapped, but he had seen how she accepted things in a good way, he was sure he could convince her not to run away and if not, he would keep his son, that would surely make him control himself, with the child and the woman he could settle down, for a female like that for sure if he would marry.

—As a knowledgeable mother, she knew there was something she wasn't telling her son and she wanted to find out what it was, because she had a habit of making impulsive decisions, then everyone suffered the consequences.

—Which face?

—The one that tells me you are about to make a bad decision.

—You are wrong mother, I am not about to make a bad decision, in fact I have never been so sure of anything in my life as I am now, because you are right, I need to get married to set the precedent in the pack and stabilize our political relations— it was well known that werewolves related better between families, because of their sense of unity, besides it was one of the moon's tasks to take care of the relations with other packs.

The women made calls to each other to solve problems that the men responded to with violence, but right now their mother was doing a poor job, as she lacked the title of null, and her pack was considered to be too wild for the good of all and unable to survive on their own, they wanted to prove them wrong.

The blood of the goddess's gift ran in the veins of these wolves, being the original ones, loyal as far as they could be to the principles with which they began.

—I hope that's true, because we could really use a she-wolf who has the skills to lead, she has to be good at fighting— There was an awkward silence between the two of them —Isn't she a she-wolf? - the werewolf's face spoke volumes.