Blood moon

Chapter 73. Pack Members

Hunter Halland patrolled the forest with the pack members, they had agreed to make several rounds for the check, even away from the defined walking area. They had made a communiqué to let other packs know what was going on, they needed to keep the other packs aware that there was a traitor.

The sound of claws on wet earth echoed. The werewolf moved silently through the thick forest, his senses sharpened by the daylight filtering through the leaves of the trees. Despite the brightness, his ears picked up every sonorous detail of his surroundings, his keen perception intact even in the bright sun. The gentle breeze played with his fur and carried with it the characteristic sounds of the day in the forest.

As he patrolled, the werewolf noticed the soft rustling of the wind in the leaves, creating a soothing melody to accompany his furtive footsteps. Birds sang high in the trees, filling the air with a varied symphony of trills and warbles. Some songs were high-pitched and joyful, while others were more melodic and quiet, creating a natural harmony that seemed to envelop him.

The rustle of branches beneath his paws echoed softly, marking his way through the forest while his gaze remained alert. A nearby brook crooned its steady liquid song, its murmur refreshing and soothing amidst the lively surroundings. As he drew closer, the werewolf could hear the gentle murmur of water lapping against the stones, creating a liquid symphony that contrasted with the songs of birds.

In the distance, a group of deer grazed in a clearing, their soft footsteps and the rustle of grass under their hooves part of the auditory composition of the forest. The werewolf paused for a moment, observing the creatures in their natural environment, his heart beating in tune with the beat of nature around him.

The buzzing of insects mingled with the other sounds, creating a constant and lively ambience. Bees and dragonflies buzzed as they moved among the flowers, adding a buzzing texture to the acoustic picture of the forest.

As the sun ascended in the sky, the sounds of the forest intertwined in a unique symphony. The werewolf continued his patrol, his connection to nature intensifying as each sound became part of his being. On this bright day, the sounds of the forest formed a living, vibrant tapestry that surrounded him, reminding him of his role in the balance of the ecosystem and his deep connection to the natural world.

—Boss, what do we do?— one of the men said to me when we were very close to reaching the start of town.

—We had decided on advice that the women of the Garroway herd would be left behind, they had to be hidden somewhere, especially they wanted to drag the mother.

George's mother was a sweet and noble woman, in the beginning, but the problem was that when his father died, the woman changed, she was the one who was with him teaching him the necessary about the pack business and the werewolves, she was ruthless, she used any trick to eliminate the competition like poisons, knives and anything she could get her hands on.

Rumours had reached us that she tortured children. He shouted, insulted and forced them to do things that no one would otherwise be able to see. One of the most terrible rumours was that he abused them, did things to them that only adults understand.

It was disgusting, one could only assume that he was capable of doing it to his own son and to any of them after that. He wanted to erase the woman from everywhere, he had this simmering anger for what she might do to other children. He despised anything that might harm any future children he might have with Andrea Smith.

The sun was shining high overhead, filtering rays of golden light through the leaves of the leafy forest. The werewolf strode confidently through the trees, his every move calculated as he followed the trail he had been following for days. His determination was palpable, and his mind was focused on his mission: to report his findings to his alpha, Hunter Halland.

He arrived at a sunny clearing, a quiet and peaceful place in the middle of the forest. As she entered the clearing, a towering figure emerged from the shadows of the trees. It was Hunter Halland, his black coat glistening in the sunlight, and his eyes as red as burning embers. He was the alpha of the pack, a leader respected and feared in equal measure.

The werewolf bowed to his alpha in respect, before beginning his report in a clear, determined tone:

—Alpha Halland, I have been on the trail of the mother of George Garraway, our father's sworn enemy. I have traversed several territories and kept track of her at every stage.

Hunter Halland nodded, his gaze fixed on the werewolf, assessing his words.

—Go on, tell me more about what you have discovered.

The werewolf continued, describing the places he had passed through and the tracks he had followed.

—His scent became more intense in the vicinity of the northern fields. She seems to be seeking shelter in different areas, as if avoiding detection by enemy hunters.

The alpha nodded again, his expression impassive as he processed the information.

—It is important that we trace this path to its source. We cannot allow her presence to go unnoticed in our lands. We need to be prepared for any move she and her followers might make.

The werewolf nodded firmly, showing his understanding.

—Understood, Alpha Halland. I will continue to follow the trail and gather information. We need to know their intentions and plans so we can take appropriate action.

Hunter Halland nodded again, this time with a look of approval in his red eyes.

—Your dedication is admirable. Do not underestimate the cunning of Garraway's mother or her influence on those who follow her. Be vigilant and careful as you continue.

The werewolf straightened, sensing the backing of his alpha and the importance of his mission.

—I will not let you down, Alpha Halland. I will protect the pack and see this task through to the end.

With a look of confidence and a nod of approval, Hunter Halland melted back into the shadows of the forest. The werewolf stood alone in the clearing, his determination renewed and his mind focused on the task ahead. The search for George Garraway's mother was crucial to the safety of his pack and to maintaining balance in his supernatural world.