Blood moon

Chapter 58. Superior Race

—They have overdeveloped senses— commented Andrea, still feeling shocked.

—I know, that's why we consider ourselves a superior race, we are far beyond the reach of humans, it's a shame that the weakest creatures are the ones who populate the earth, although I don't intend to come to change that, it would be absurd to say that I want a new world order for the wolves, I just want the whole pack, as the goddess intended— the man's voice now seemed less bloody and guttural.

—Why? Why did you have to come back now? The human was only trying to better understand what the man was telling her.

—A lot of things are changing, besides it's all about being united, don't think we came with our tails between our legs because we weren't doing well, we were doing wonderful where we were— Andrea didn't feel he was being honest about that part —we want unity.

—I don't know anything about your pack, I couldn't say. I feel like you're trapped like me— as the words came out of the human, George Garroway realised they might have a lot in common as she said.

He thought seriously about untying her and letting her go, as he had proposed the first time. It would be a bore, he should not let himself be convinced that she would not escape, because it was evident that she was a clever woman, she would be a good mother to her child or any other child, if she did not need that baby, perhaps, then he would give her, her good dose of love, maybe it could be her child that she would carry in her womb.

—I could tell you things about my pack when I decide you're not a threat, but right now I want to get away to assess the situation—then he stood up and left her in the middle of the sewer.

As soon as she got out of the sewer she realized it was already close to noon, no doubt the werewolves were looking for her all over town, she did her best to camouflage her scent, she would go back to Chris J. Anderson's house to use it as a shield, even if they came looking for him, they wouldn't drag him away with witnesses.

When he knocked on the door of the house, the nasty man greeted him, he had already had a shower in a cheap hotel and found clothes, with the speed he had, no one noticed when he walked by, it was the perks of being an alpha, he wondered how fast those two were, because his father, was always underneath him.

Harley's pride was wounded. He had been humiliated in front of the whole community, no one would ever see him the same again. He was locked in the room so he felt it wasn't enough, the family doctor had come to see him to heal his wounds, although he healed really quickly, they had no experience of dealing with werewolf attacks that had red eyes, it turned out his wounds took a little longer to heal then.

It was strange how everything he thought he had covered as Alpha now made no sense at all. It wasn't just Andrea Smith, it was as if he'd been in this fight with his brother all his life, as if he could still have something else in his life, something beyond the pack.

He experienced this with Andrea, with her he completely forgot about the responsibilities they had. It was then that he realised he was divided. He always thought he knew where he was going, as if everything in his life had been decided, he never doubted at university, about his career or where he would do an internship, even what he would do later when he worked, he knew it would be the family business.

His aim was to grow the business when he did. It was to run it because people depended on him and then to be the leader of the pack. He jumped from one thing to another without really knowing if it was what he wanted. Now that he realised that he could lose what had driven him for years, he finally realised that all those years of doubt had been in vain.

—I'm an i***t— he didn't like the idea of losing everything, after all, all he had left were the werewolves, who at that moment despised him utterly for his weakness. He had always been the smartest and quickest in the room, now he didn't understand how he had gone from being on top to going straight to hell for one stupid thing.

He regretted being as selfish as he had been with Andrea Smith

Hunter was one of the first to find out.

—The door to the house was open, no one was inside and there was no sign of his heat, he must have left hours ago— the werewolf commented, giving him the accounts that made him furious.

—What time was the last checkpoint?— he asked growling.

—There wasn't one, because Harley asked us to stay away because she was spending the night with her, so we stayed away— which made him angry.

—And no one thought to look after her when we left— everyone around the werewolf fell silent.

There was a stony silence in the room.

Harold Halland knew that whatever was happening, it was bad timing.

—We have to control ourselves now— announced the current leader of the pack —We can't just lose our heads for the sake of it. We are a community facing a strong threat.

—They must locate her, and they had better do so— the menacing tone of his voice instilled fear in those nearby.

—They will, Hunter. No need to fret. Place your trust in them and allow them to carry out their work.