Blood moon

Chapter 59. Worried Werewolves

Harold Halland was aware that it was an unfavourable time, regardless of the circumstances.

—We must exercise self-control," declared the current leader of the group —We cannot afford to act impulsively— As a community, we are confronting a formidable threat.

—You need to locate her, and you must do it without delay —the ominous tone of his statement instilled fear in everyone present.

—They will, Hunter. You need not worry. Have faith in them and allow them to carry out their duties."

The werewolves of the Halland pack were very nervous because Hunter was worried. He was trying to find the human's trail, they didn't understand why it was so hard to find her. They canvassed shop after shop, starting by knocking on every door in their neighbourhood and then a little further afield. It was too complicated for them to find her, even so they didn't give up, they kept trying to save themselves.

—I don't think they can find her, I must go myself— Hunter whispered in frustration —I don't understand why on earth I should stay in this place, when the woman I love is out there somewhere, with a horrible, demented man like George Garroway.

Harold Halland watched his son in fear. He was too focused on that woman for his own good, he couldn't think beyond his own nose, the leader of the pack felt guilty, if he had paid more attention to his youngest son, things would be different, he would have been raised to lead the masses, he would feel the pressure of something on his shoulders.

—Hunter, you need to stop thinking with your testicles, you better start reasoning, you have great power and you need to use it in a reasonable way— the older man's voice was only like an annoying sting in her ear.

—I don't care, I'll give them until noon, if they don't bring it to me by then, I'm going into town to get it— the voice was much louder and echoed loudly in the hall.

—You're not the leader of anything to give them orders, I've let you tell them what to do, because you're an alpha, and they must respect the chain of command, but I don't give a s**t what you think will happen, I'm your father and I've given you an order.

Silence fell in the room, the tension was so strong it could be broken with a knife.

—I'm not a child daddy and if you keep meddling in my business, we'll have problems— as the youngest of his sons stood up, now he was more than a head taller than the old man and his arms looked like his father's thighs —That woman is the one I love, you've given Harley too much freedom because he's your oldest son, he messed with another wolf's girl and you did nothing, now here you are lecturing about the chain of command, what did you do?

The pack members in the house were listening to the conversation and were seriously thinking about what the answer might be.

—You think you know too much because you have some power, but you're still a kid who can't smell past your girl's ass, and now that she's gone, you have no idea what to do.

—I know what to do, find her.

—And when you do, what will you do?

—Tell her you fought to the death with your brother, she'll understand completely.

—She knows we're werewolves.

—So?

—So?— the older man shoved him with angry eyes —You're here talking about your big brother who's done nothing but make us millions of dollars, and take care of the people in the pack. The problem now is that some random human knows about our whole truth.

—She won't say anything, even now, we put her life at risk— the younger wolf shot back.

—Her life? I warned her clearly to stay away from you two. I offered her money, but the f*****g woman decided she wanted to meddle in our blood issues now it makes everything more complicated— those words only infuriated the alpha.

—You wanted to buy her? You thought she was a b***h?— the growl was too loud —I can't believe that after everything that happened, you're such a bastard. Can't you see she's been bullied and made to feel bad for too long, she deserves someone to love her and you're acting like an i***t.

His eyes turned too deep a red colour.

—I knew you were both interested in her, it would end badly. It could end in both my children dying for a human, do you think it was worth the risk, she simply had to walk away. If she had finished them both, neither of them would have had a brutal fight. It wouldn't have created these divisions in the family.

—Divisions? We've always been like this, Harley and I are two different worlds, you raised us to be like this.

—I never meant to.

—You made us hate each other's guts, you created these divisions, you made us believe we had to compete for one place, and you made our feelings less.

—I never did that— said the older man.

—It's time you stopped meddling in our lives, father— the eldest son's voice echoed through the place, he had grown tired of being locked in his room, the voices of the men could be heard through the walls, they were more than furious about what had happened.

—I never did that, they were both my children and I treated them as such, I did the best I could, even when their mother was no longer with us, you are both ungrateful, you should be happy that your father could be so strong— even though his voice sounded strong, he was starting to get scared that they would both turn against him.

—Father, you put burdens on our shoulders, when I was eight years old, you made me decide on a man's life, then you made someone else kill him, because the best law is the law of blood, you used to say— exclaimed Harley, with rancour in his voice.

—You made us fight almost to the death, when I lost you gave me an even worse beating, especially in places where no one else would notice, the doctor was always your accomplice, you wanted me to be like my brother and you humiliate me when I couldn't do it— Hunter sounded a little fragile, but the growl in his voice was unmistakable, he wanted to kill him.

—I was never a man of great patience, but I was never a bad father either.

—You forced me to stand by and watch while my brother was destroyed, you wouldn't let me intervene, even when I tried to save him, you always made me feel powerless over other people's feelings, because everyone can express themselves but me, I had to be the leader, I had to be happy and cordial—Harley was honest for the first time, he was tired of having to be the perfect son —I hate being the perfect son, I hate that I can't choose my path and the burden you put on my shoulders.

Harold Halland was shocked to see how his two sons had decided to turn against him, when clearly there was a war going on when it was possible that those two haters, decided to turn against him.

—They are werewolves, not girls, did they want me to raise them as p*****s? p*****s don't save wars. If I hadn't raised them that way, they'd be a couple of idiots crying about a problem on their doorstep by now— the man was now more than furious about the situation —Cut the crap, you're both for war.

—Because you always wanted that from us, two weapons that you could use to your advantage— Harley accused him —Maybe father, we are sick and tired of you using us for your plans, this war is with an old friend, if you want you can go over there and fight it yourself, no more lives have to be lost than yours.

—If you had the courage you say, I wouldn't have had to kill those twelve people for you. Do you know what it was like to have that blood on my hands? How I felt? The memories I have at night? There are only pieces of their bodies left —Hunter was furious —You do these things, it takes us to extremes and then you just hide like a dirty coward.