The Alpha of The Blue Moon Pack

The Lizard of Horror

Brawn did his usual chore and was hopeful that the day would be better than the previous. He finished his chores, ate and waited for the arrival of the hunters. The hunters came as usual and it was the same group that came the previous day. It was their week to hunt. He sighted the boy that led the young hunters into calling him a lapdog the previous day, gisting with his friends as they approached. They seemed so engrossed with their discussion that they did not notice any omega.

Butchering started and every hunter participated with the omegas providing assistance. Brawn was gathering blood from the dead animals for the preparation of blood meal to feed the farm animals as instructed by the head omega when he had someone calling to him in a rude manner.

"Hey you there!" the voice yelled.

Brawn looked up and it was the boy who led the gang that called him a lapdog.

"f*****g lapdog! Pass me that carcass over there!" He commanded.

Brawn wanted to ignore him as his name was not lapdog but remembered that the boy might say and do some more annoying things.

Brawn swallowed his anger and passed him the carcass he demanded. The boy and his little gang chuckled as Brawn returned to the bucket of blood he was collecting.

Brawn's anger grew and he started to think of a way to teach them a lesson without getting into trouble. He thought of reporting to the head hunter but found it foolish because the head hunter would only scold them and they would make more fun of him when the head hunter was not there. He wanted a thing that would teach them that he was not powerless. He racked his brain until an idea popped up in his head. He smiled to himself, dropped the bucket of blood he was gathering and stood up.

He walked up to the Head hunter and requested permission to go and fetch some buckets of water from the well, saying the buckets of water available would not be enough and more might be needed not long from then. The Head hunter thought it expedient that the buckets of water should be fetched and granted Brawn the permission. Brawn washed his hands with a little bowl of water, grabbed some empty buckets and headed to the well. The mocking young hunters called him a lapdog in low voices and chuckled as he passed. When he got to the well, he filled the buckets with water and carried them back in twos. He dropped the buckets of water close to the hunters where they could easily reach them. He also kept one a few meters from his mocking gang.

After distributing the buckets of water, he went back to the full bucket of animal blood he had gathered earlier. He placed it on his head and set out to drop it at the area where it would be prepared into a blood meal. He took the path close to the gang of werewolves that mocked him. He kicked his foot intentionally, staggered and tripped over the bucket of water beside his mocking gang. He fell purposely very close to the young mockers, emptying the bucket of animal blood on his head directly, on them. The leader of the mocking gang had the lion's share. He had animal blood dripping from his face and his cloth. The bucket which he tripped over also fell and emptied the water in it on their shoes.

"What the f**k?!" one of the boys shouted in anger.

Brawn put on an innocent look as he stood up and said, "I am sorry. . .I accidentally tripped on the bucket while walking." After saying this he gave them a wink and a quick smirk which no one saw, except his victims. This made them boil in anger but they could not start a fight they knew starting a fight was against the pack law. Brawn was sure the boys would not break the pack law in the pack house that was why he pulled such a stunt.

"What happened here?" The head hunter asked.

"I was carrying this bucket full of animal blood on my head and I mistakenly kicked my foot while walking. I staggered and tripped over the bucket my way and I fell. I have been trying to apologize to them but they are very angry," Brawn narrated putting on his most innocent look as he rushed over to the head hunter to explain his part before the rest did. His puppy face gave him a great advantage in making the head hunter listen to and believe him.

"He is lying! He did it on purpose! He winked at me after he stood up!" the leader of the mocking gang snarled and his friends support him.

"Please sir, why will I want to do such on purpose? Why do they think so? Is it because I am the least ranking in the pack? I did not wink at them," Brawn tried to convince the head hunter, guilt-tripping him.

The hunter turned to the hunters around and asked if they saw Brawn wink at the young hunters but they all said they did not see him do so.

He then turned to the young hunters soaked in animal blood and asked, "Why do you think he did this on purpose? Have you done anything to him before?"

Brawn raised his eyes to them. He knew that they would not report themselves to the head hunter that they called him lapdog. Even if they did, they could not still convince the head hunter that he had poured the animal blood on them purposely because he had orchestrated it to look like an accident.

They did not disappoint Brawn and did as he had thought. They said in low voices, "No, sir."

The head hunter dismissed their claims and instructed the boys to go and wash up. He told Brawn to be more careful with his work and Brawn agreed.

Brawn tried to refrain from laughing at the pretty laughable angry looks on the boys' faces. After washing up, the boys did not say a word. They just walked straight to their previous positions and continued butchering in silence. They were still boiling in anger. Brawn felt so much pleasure as he had gotten his flawless sweet revenge. He had shown them a glimpse of what his ''lapdog'' was capable of doing. It reminded him of the days when he and some of his brothers at the hospital of the sub-pack would teach some rich pups lessons for messing with them. He felt double pleasure because he lived in the pack house so the boys could not ambush him and beat him.

He finished transferring the bucket of animal blood and joined in cleaning up after the hunters were done. When the hunters left, he went to sit under a shed in the compound where he could get some time to laugh his heart out at the memory of the looks on the faces of the werewolves that mocked him. They had left hurriedly and their clothes still had maps of blood stains. Brawn had a smug glow of self-extolment on his actions earlier.

While under the shed resting and smiling to himself, an ugly-looking lizard came close to him. He did not like lizards so he tried chasing it away from him but it did not move. In the process of driving the lizard away, he hit his right hand on a pile of wood packed under the shed. Only then did the lizard finally move some distance from him and nodded. The pain Brawn received from hitting his hand was very acute and lasting. His face distorted in pain as he massaged his hand. He looked sharply at the lizard. The lizard turned its body towards Brawn's direction and nodded again like it was ready for confrontation.

Brawn grew angry at the lizard. Not only did it not leave when he chased it away, but it also let him hit his hand on a pile of woods. It also had the effrontery to stay and nod at him instead of leaving in peace. Brawn tried the lizard in the court in his head and found it guilty of crimes punishable by death. He picked up a stone and sent the stone in the air toward the lizard to execute the death sentence. The stone missed the lizard, hit the floor, bounced and hit the glass of a window in the pack building. The glass shattered as a result of the hit and Brawn stood up quickly with his mouth opened in horror. He knew that what he had been trying to avoid had finally come upon him. He had gotten himself into big trouble that would involve the Alpha.