Werewolf Hunting
Jack woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring horn it was 6. A. M. As he tried to get up he fell back into the couch, this was because he was still a little tipsy from the drink he had a couple of hours ago.
He sat upright for a few minutes trying to collect himself before finally standing up. “I have a lot to do today he said to himself as he staggered towards the restroom. He felt pressed and needed to relieve himself.
He proceeded to take off his clothes and took a warm shower. As the water trickled down his shoulders he heard someone knock on his door.
Being that paranoia was amongst his survival skills, he quickly turned off the shower and reached for his revolver beneath the toilet sink.
“Who is that” he yelled as he checked the cartridge to see how many bullets were left in it, but there was no response.
Jack stepped out of the bathroom butt naked as he made his way to the door he pulled back the hammer and set his index finger on the trigger.
He aimed the pistol at the door again asking one last time, before he fired. “I’m not going to ask again, who is that?” he repeated, about to fire through the wooden door when he heard a familiar mischievous chuckle.
With one hand on the door knob and the other ready to squeeze the trigger, he opened the door halfway to find his nephew, Lyon.
“Hey there old man, catch you at a bad time?” he asked bearing a broad smile. He was referring to the fact that Jack was bare naked, but then again his Uncle was an unusual man.
“You idiot, I could have blown your brains out just now” Jack said as he opened the door fully to let him inside.
“Shut the door behind you, I’m gonna go take a shower “Jack said as placed the pistol on the table and made his way back to the bathroom.
Lyon was Jack’s favorite nephew and one of the few family members he had left. Over the years, he had lost relatives to werewolf attacks either during a hunt or due to a retaliation.
Wolves were very dedicated when it came to vendetta. Lyon’s father, Jacks older brother was also a hunter during his time and Jack had decided to pass the knowledge down to his son.
Lyon, a nineteen year old orphan knew about werewolves and had cultivated an immense hatred for them. He had basic training on how to defend himself and even kill one should he ever find himself in a dire situation but he’d never gone haunting or killed one in real life.
He was supposed to start the basics of tracking, an essential skill required in werewolf haunting.
Jack freshened up and joined his nephew in the living room. “Have you had anything to eat Lyon?” he asked making his way to his favorite couch. “Nah, nothing yet old man” his nephew replied teasing him.
“Go fix up something for us, we’ve got a big day ahead of us.” Lyon made his way to the kitchen which was messy and had unclean dishes in the sink.
“You know, we really need to get you an old lady “Lyon said as he started to clean the dishes, “Don’t need one, never have, never will” Jack replied. He waited for a bit before joining Lyon in the kitchen.
By then he had started frying strips of bacon and eggs and the kettle was boiling for some instant coffee. Jack walked in and made himself a cup.
“How’d you like to join me today, I’m gonna kill a wolf.” Lyon’s eyes lit up. He had anticipated this day for a very long time.
And finally he was going to get the opportunity to not only witness, but possibly aid in killing a creature he loathed so much.
As they ate, Jack could see the excitement on his young nephew’s face, he was especially proud of Lyon and was also happy that he would have someone to carry out their family’s legacy when he was gone.
The fact that he would be the one to teach the young man their sacred craft and skills, made him feel even more proud.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.
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Elijah kissed his wife on the fore head as he was about to leave. He left her sleeping to set out with the rest of the pack. They assembled in front of the Alpha’s cabin awaiting his order.
There were four of them including Elijah. Louis walked out and with and intimidating aura, he had not slept all night and was irritable. Even his guards were weary of him for they didn’t want to set him off.
Louis was known for very little patience and was extremely intolerable whenever he was on edge. His guards once observed him beat a member of their pack almost to an inch of his life, just because Louis wanted his mate, and when that did not suffice, Louis had him killed and made it look like the job of hunters.
He observed them for a few minutes as he paced around, looking to see their demeanor and to gauge their aura.
Luckily none of them raised their head to make eye contact. The wind whistled slowly and the leaves danced in submission to them. It was almost as if all was peaceful with Mother Nature that morning.
He stopped a few feet away from where Elijah knelt down and stared down on his subjects. He cleared his throat as he began to address them.
“Today we avenge one of our own, today we meant out the punishment fit for such injustice, today we see a father take his rightfully deserved justice. For too long we have been victims to these vile humans, but no more. I swear a blood oath by my father Ramirez, the once great leader of the moonstone pack, our pride and my predecessor. We would see this see this pack return to its glory and see take our place as the apex predators in the natural order of a nature.”