Blood moon

Chapter 8. Hunter came to the light

Hunter had finally left that sewer, promising himself that he would not return to that place. Now he had only one thing on his mind, to see his moon again. He was tempted to run to his house and try to give him an explanation. The leader of the pack saw his son walking towards the door.

—Are you about to go after that woman? — the young werewolf straightened his back at the tension.

The youngest of the family took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air to gather the courage to turn his head.

—Would that matter? - the pack leader let out an unpleasant laugh.

—I was always too soft on you, son,—Hunter thought of all the times he beat him unconscious, smiled wryly thinking of all the times he went hungry for simply not being "good" enough for his father, —You should never talk back to an alpha like that— the end of that sentence was a threat.

—If you want to kill me, father, I'm here.

The two shared an angry look. Mr. Halland felt proud inside. Between his two sons he always had more problems controlling Hunter. The alpha inside him has so much strength that he constantly tries to come to light tried the boy was not even aware of how powerful he could become, but by the same token, special attention had to be paid to him, because if the wolf in him dominated him, he would murder anyone around him without thinking twice.

—I could do it many times guys, don't underestimate me— the younger wolf growled under his breath.

—You're getting old- the boy let his guard down, understanding that his Father would never change, he would always be a tough nut to crack. He walked over to the drinking table to grab the bottle of Vodka and poured two glasses, while thinking about his next move -It's the reason you handed the pack over to Harley.

The father knew there was a hint of reproach in his voice, the righteous man that inhabited his body knew that a competition between the two males for leadership would be best. After all, they both had the ability to lead the werewolves and fight to maintain their position, but Harley was simply different.

When Harley turned five, he understood how the pack worked, he began to listen to the conversations and learn from the mistakes of others, he had the best advice for growth, his abilities to provide the bad results were better than the most experienced people in the pack, he managed to have his career on par with the responsibilities with the werewolves, and that was the reason to put him in charge of the company, but...seeing Hunter's eyes, Mr. Halland rethought the idea of putting someone so sensible in charge.

It was undeniable the passion Hunter felt, the way he moved, so comfortable in his skin, he inspired others, he did not allow anyone to fall behind, he did not listen to anyone's reasons when he thought he was right. He fought for everyone, putting his life at risk. Although they had not had confrontations in recent years, he did not doubt that his youngest son would be able to give his life to protect someone else.

Passion versus intelligence.

—You'd be crushed by the pressure of having so many people under your burden- Hunter handed the glass to his father and sat across from him on one of the couches.

—I guess we'll never know.

—Do you want to take over the family business?— the younger wolf took a long swig of his vodka.

—It was never in anyone's plans and why would I waste my time? No one will ever be better than Harley, everyone in the pack knows that," the leader had a pang of pain in his heart, he didn't want his son to feel less than his brother. After all, he knew that both men had different abilities.

—You diverted the subject of the woman very well— commented the leader, changing the subject abruptly. Hunter laughed softly.

—You know how I am when I really like something— he ran a hand through his hair, removing some tension from his body, —I want to be with her— he finished his drink in one motion.

Mr. Halland knew it would be useless to try to warn his son about anything now, because he was backing him up against a wall regarding his role in the pack or the girl he was crushing on at the moment. Weighing the ideas, he realized that at the end of the day it didn't matter anymore that he was after a girl, if she was his mate, she could set him straight and if not, he would come back when he got bored of her.

—Go after her, but you can't keep missing pack events— the man took a drink from his glass, his son was not waiting for another answer. In his heart Hunter felt a crushing pain. His father had preferred to lose him than to have to give up the power he had given him. Then, then when he was turning the door handle, his father spoke, —I hope she is your mate, Hunter.

They both knew what he really meant, he needed her to calm down. Hunter came out of the house with a lot on his mind. As soon as he thought about it he was already in front of the woman's door. He knocked twice, and the wooden door opened.

Andrea had an oversized black shirt and a confused look on her face. The man who had saved her from her ex-boyfriend was standing in front of her after leaving her a note and leaving in the middle of the night.

—Hunter," hearing his name on those lips sent a rush of energy through the werewolf's spine.