Blood moon

Chapter 45. You're a werewolf

Hunter was just waking up, when he realized how terrible his actions were. His head hurt, he could feel as if there was something on the surface of his brain, even his eyes were throbbing. His white sclera had turned red, it seemed as if his body weighed a ton, there was an anvil in his chest that wouldn't even let him move, each of his limbs weighed more than he could appreciate.

There were memories in his head, he had them all confused by blood, he could see parts of dismembered bodies with a wandering savagery. Those flashbacks, they came and went, making the headache worse. It was crazy that he was watching it all as if it was a movie, in his head it was as if someone else had done those things, but it had been his claws.

Literally his claws tearing at those throats, it cost him only to pass saliva. Blinking even required all his willpower, his chest falling and rising told him that his ribs had expanded, as if he were a completely different man. His body had changed.

He moved one leg and then another, his movements were slow, as well as leisurely. With much effort he managed to reach the sitting position on the bed, every fiber of his body was feeling an indescribable pain, he had to grit his teeth to manage to stand up, he held on to his nightstand, chipping the wood, as soon as he was in the bipedal position he knew it was a mistake, a dizziness made him have to close his eyes.

When the sensation was mastered, he saw his eyes in the mirror. He was out of breath, they had changed to a deep red color, the more he blinked, the more he noticed that his iris had changed, he didn't understand how it had happened, in the stories this was about protecting the herd, but he didn't think he felt identified the way they had put it, he couldn't understand how it had happened.

By the way he was looking in the mirror, he realized that his body had gone up at least an inch, he needed to find answers, so he decided to go down to the second floor, for that he looked for a pair of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt, it was what he could wear without having so many limitations.

The two werewolves guarding the doors were surprised to see him standing, it had been only five hours since the massacres and his fainting, he had an impressive recovery. He still had blood under his fingernails and crimson eyes, he looked as imposing as ever, only now everyone considered him an authority figure, even seeing him defeated by his father, he was now almost revered.

—Where is my father?— his words sounded slurred, he struggled to utter them because of the dryness. It took him a couple of tries for both wolves to understand what he was trying to say.

—He's in the basement, with our prisoner— the rancor could be felt in his voice. As a pack they agreed that anyone who tried to disturb the peace was an enemy they had to get rid of, indeed, they were interested in what this man refused to say, they needed the information to prevent the plan George Garroway would try to carry out, at least now they felt calmer.

Not everyone shared the idea that Hunter Halland was a savior, they considered him a threat to peace, who would be safe with a time bomb in his hands? As much as he wanted to think he was the living reincarnation of the first wolf created, the one who always kept the peace, the living image of the Halland blood, he was still dangerous, none of them understood the implications he could have.

The stairs were almost as bad as getting out of bed, each step was worse than the last, the pain was something he couldn't deal with, but he tried to disguise how bad he felt, with each wolf he ran into, he saw different reactions on his face, surprise, displeasure, reverence or even jealousy, when they were very careless with their emotions he could even smell them.

Reaching the basement was a relief, he was not prepared to deal with the bureaucracy.

The smell of dampness, made him feel at home, he had been many times before in that hole when he was punished for having some fault or to play with the other little ones, so he harbored bittersweet moments. They were all in the last cell, Harold knew that his youngest son was in the place, by his scent, his energy was so heavy that it was impossible to deny, it was as if he sucked the oxygen around him, he left a trace in the environment that let you know he was the most powerful creature.

—You have to move away— mentioned the older man, seeing that the traces of his transformation were still visible.

—Why?— he shouted to his son in a lousy tone.

—Because I ordered it— answered Harold.

—You can rot— Hunter answered haughtily, he didn't know where he had found the courage to speak to his father that way, he had always been difficult to deal with, but he had never been so impertinent.

—I could kill you for that impertinence.

—I'd like you to try it— the younger werewolf stuck out his chest, decreasing the distance they had between them, now it was more noticeable the difference in stature he had reached, he could even say he had gained a little more muscle, it was as if he had transformed into something else.

—I already did it, and my teeth ended up on your neck.

—He was so absorbed in challenging the man in front of him that he forgot the purpose for which he came, until he noticed his scent, it was fear and blood, that attracted his gaze.

There were two elders of the pack near the beta that had bled too much, it seemed that they had been using torture methods to make him talk, Hunter felt that he no longer had control of his body, as if he was seeing again through a mirror, he entered the place in the blink of an eye and grabbed the beta by the neck, looking him in the eyes, he did it in such a way that the werewolf began to tremble in his hands.

—Hunter put him down.

—Boy, calm down.

—We are interrogating.

The voices of the others sounded distant compared to what was going on in his head, his body acted as if he knew this question, as if he had lived it before and his instinct was taking over everything he needed to know to solve this problem.

—Tell me I want to know— her words were uncompromising.

One look into the depths of his eyes was all the beta needed to know that all his friends had died, they had a not pleasant death, much worse than they expected, they were even dismembered and buried without any ritual, as if they were nothing more than a piece of meat.

—George Garroway is now with Chris J. Anderson's family— was all he knew, he hoped it was enough for them, for Hunter it was only the beginning, he made a move throwing him through the air so that he crashed into the wall with force, all the men present ran to help him.

—You could have really hurt him— his father replied at the door, ready to block the way to what he was about to do.

—Get out of my way.

—Not until you tell me where you're going.

—You think I'm going after Chris J. Anderson?— he growled close to his face, his instincts were so alive he could almost see himself transforming and attacking the leader of the family, —That son of a b***h, he's not looking for the asshole, he wants to get to Andrea and hurt her, I'm not staying here, while that son of a b***h goes after the woman I love.

—I sent a security team of wolves.

—Yes? How many did you send? Two or three?— I could see that her father looked doubtful- I defeated twelve wolves, do you think she is safe?

—Those men had surrendered and were kneeling -the wolf inside the youngest werewolf wanted to run, and hurt her deeply.

—You don't know s**t.

—No, I wasn't there, but yes, I know how to run a pack and clean up your mess, because you could be charged with murder— the wolf put a hand on his progenitor's man, wanting to rip his head off. He dug his fingers into the skin of the older man, who pretended it wasn't hurting like hell what his son was doing.

—Stand aside, because I will bring my moon home and if you get in my way, I will see to it that you never walk again— a murderous glint appeared in his eyes, Harol stepped aside, he had heard that Harley was with the girl now and he imagined they were doing something that would not please Hunter.

—Do you think she'll be safe? She's a human Hunter, if you go in with red eyes and an inch taller, do you think she won't ask questions, she doesn't even know you're a werewolf— that stopped the monster from walking out the cell door he entered.

The wolf was connecting with the man, they both had the same thought, they wanted to be with their girl, but they need to understand what was happening to them first before attacking.