Blood moon

Chapter 60. Heart Stopping

All three were furious now.

There was no way anything good was going to come out of that argument, their hands had started to turn into claws. They were ready to attack each other. They were too passionate for their own good. Then Hunter felt something, a strong tightness in his chest that made them contract involuntarily, the feeling was as if his heart stopped. He felt that in his heart there was something wrong.

Then his inner wolf told him the truth, Andrea Smith was in danger. The werewolf moved as close as he could to the wall to support himself with his hand. He wanted to find her, he needed to find her because she was in mortal danger. He had to protect her from whatever happened, he needed to keep her safe.

Harold Halland passed his saliva, feeling worried, he had never seen anyone break his youngest son, even when he beat him over and over again, that boy had the temper of a dog, he never gave in. Now he looked completely worried, his face was drained of pain and the gestures on his face revealed the great pain he was feeling.

—What's the matter son, what's wrong— although his father was worried, the youngest of the werewolves had all his attention on the door.

He needed to get out of the place, he tried to crawl out of the house, but Harley put a hand on his shoulder, he suspected that there was something wrong with his wolf, because the colour of his eyes had turned such an intense red that he seemed to have his own flames, they seemed almost alive.

—What's going on brother— Harley's tone of voice sounded worried.

—Andrea...she's in danger— he barely managed to say with difficulty.

—What are you saying? Son, she's just kidnapped, you need to calm down about it, you don't have to have a panic attack about it— he didn't know if it was something in the way he said it or not, but he saw it as if he wanted to kill him.

—I feel it, I feel it in my heart, she's...in danger— he tried to explain with difficulty —I can feel her heart stopping, that makes mine stop— the sound of his voice sounded almost hollow.

Hunter felt very difficult to breathe, he felt that his body lacked a lot of air in his lungs, he had difficulty moving, the pain he felt was too intense. Then he made an effort to try to find a way to sit down, Harley helped him find a chair, looking at his father worried.

—Is that possible?— he went over to ask his father.

Harold Halland didn't have the answer. The werewolf council was semi-present at the time, he approached them to talk, he had been reading all the manuscripts they had on the red eyes, but there wasn't too much information, then one of the women noticed Hunter.

She put a hand on his chest, confirming what they were saying. His heart had almost stopped, they had all heard that his heartbeat had been minimized, but the blind woman felt something different, a double heartbeat, the werewolf was right, his strong heart was trying to beat with all its strength, but it was not possible for them to detect it and there was another, much slower, smaller, almost imperceptible.

—In the old stories...— the grey-haired woman began.

—Don't start— Harold Halland began.

—In the old stories...when a werewolf connected with his moon, his wolf made a pledge of eternal loyalty, that connection had to be approved by the goddess, respects were shown in a ceremony, so did our ancestors and their children for many years— the woman saw Hunter's red eyes —When the goddess gave her approval, she would come down and give them a blessing, to feel what the other felt, because their armor was so powerful it transcended their body.

—Those are stories—Harold Halland said trying to keep the peace in his men, because if they could think Hunter would die, there would be riots among the werewolves for control of the pack, right now he needed to keep them under his control and calm.

—STORIES ARE ALL THEY LEFT US— exclaimed the woman very indignant that they were trying to shame the roots that saw them grow —without them we wouldn't know what's wrong with the colour of their eyes and without them, we wouldn't know what the cure is, to keep the alpha breathing.

That got everyone's attention, I gave the leader of the pack a dirty look.

—Cure? We don't even know if he's sick— Harley complained —we have to treat this for what it is, a problem that has a solution, we just have to find it.

—He's right, he's not sick, his connection to the human is so strong that it makes his heart almost completely stopped, and that's not a problem. I hope they have no trouble fixing it— said the woman with a smile on her face, the testosterone was constantly rising when it came to them, they didn't have enough head to think and they thought they were the only ones with enough knowledge in their bodies to live. The woman started to leave the house, it was useless to help those who cannot be helped, then a hand stopped her.

Harley didn't believe his father, he had no idea what his brother had, but he would not allow his heart to stop.

—I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, I know you are the council because you have more experience than anyone, but I feel scared, he is my younger brother and he is going through a bad time, just tell us what we should do to save him— his voice was slow and authoritative, although he had lost the arrogance that characterised him, the old woman thought he had learned from the lesson the red-eyed wolf gave him when he defeated him in front of the pack.

Everyone knew that only the strongest wolf should rule, even if he is not smart enough.

—You learn very quickly from your mistakes and are able to apologise, that's what only a good leader does— the woman complimented him, patting him on the cheek a couple of times —I need three aconite buds.

There were several gasps in the room, everyone was impressed by the suggestion. Aconite was considered an herb that had the ability to harm werewolves.

—A ceremony must be held in front of the lake of our Goddess, she will be the one to guide us, the other herbs needed are in my house, I will go get them, in the meantime you must look for the girl, because what he feels, is what she is going through, she is completely frightened, so much so that her heart stops.

—A ceremony? They haven't had one for years— declared the leader of the pack.

—Because your father and you never believed in it— the older woman pointed out —Your customs were imposed on tradition, it was you who killed tradition.

—We didn't believe in things that don't exist, why would we?— Harold asked quickly, feeling his sense of loyalty to the pride being tested —You could never prove it was true, all those hours of prayer and sacrifices so that the goddess would never manifest herself.

The old woman looks at him sadly, the man seemed honest, but he was always trying to do what he wanted. He had no respect for the tradition that spoke of what they were about.

—You don't respect the person who gave you the powers that gave you everything, do you think you are strong, would you be strong without the wolf, the wolf is more than you think, it's not a state you transform into, it has its own life, its voice, its instinct and have powerful thoughts that led you to be alpha, would you be what you are without being wolf, the woman's voice was like a knife dart on his skin, the older man understood that maybe the woman was right.

—I know where we come from and our traditions, but don't blame me for not wanting to follow the traditions of the elders. The people have changed, the barbarism has changed, we have returned to the peaceful side, you should respect that. Our people have had peace, now they can choose their trades without worrying about having to eat, I have given them more than they need— the leader tried to defend himself.

—ENOUGH—exclaimed Hunter with the little strength he had left —stop fighting, we have to go get Andrea, she needs me.