Mother of the Moon - Chapter 150 - Not My Gunner
Zelena.
I stared at Alpha Galterio. He is quite handsome. Thick dark hair and large brown eyes, creamy tanned skin that stretched over his taunt muscles. He’s a big Were, a little intimidating as well, but I don’t know if that is because of his size or the power that he exudes. Freedom to all Were-kind. That’s what he said. How are we not already free? Is he talking about the scourge of the hunters? They are and always will be a threat to the Weres, but their numbers are unknown. How could we defeat them if we don’t know where they are, or how many of them are out there. He stood watching me as I tried to understand the message behind his statement. I don’t want to like him, he is cocky and arrogant, but there is something else there. Something that seems genuine, maybe. I really don’t know about this. I don’t want to trust him, but my damn stomach, it is reaching out for him.
“What does that mean?” I asked him cautiously.
“What’s that, Beauty?” he answered with a sly smirk,
“Freedom to all of Were-kind. Freedom from what, from who? And how does that happen?”
“That happens through you. The Triple Goddess, standing at my side, supporting my cause and calling forth all the Weres of the world to join us” he said smirking. He stood up from the tree and stepped towards me.
“You are the gift that the Moon Goddess promised us, you are the one that is meant to lead us. She has given you to us for a reason. I believe this, this cause, our cause, this is that reason. You will free us, Beauty. With my help, Were-kind will thrive in this world once more”.
He is quite the motivational speaker, and even if I didn’t want to believe in him, he had me on the ropes. What he says makes a lot of sense. Selene said that something big was coming, this must be it. This must be what she was talking about. A fight to free Were-kind.
“Thrive” I said to myself softly,
“Thrive. Unbridled, unshackled and free” he said encouragingly.
“By defeating the hunters?” I asked, looking deep into his big eyes,
“Among others” he smirked.
***Zelena!***
Gunner’s panicked voice filled my head. I snapped my head back towards the beach, but I couldn’t see the sand through the trees.
“I have to go” I said looking back to Galterio,
“We need to discuss this” he replied, the edge in his voice had hardened,
***Zelena, where are you?***
“I’m sorry, Gunner is calling and if he sees you right now, he’ll kill you on the spot”
“He can try” Galterio growled. His brown eyes darkened and a deadly look came over his face.
***I’m coming***
***Where the fuck are you?***
“We will talk more, let me calm this situation first” I said trying to ease his anger or rage, or whatever that look in his eye is.
“Don’t make me wait too long Beauty, time is of the essence” he snarled,
“I won’t”.
“I’ll be waiting” he said as he turned to leave,
“Wait, how do I find you?” I asked him,
“I’ll be watching” he offered a crooked smirk over his shoulder before he took off in a blur. He’ll be watching, creepy. The way he snaps between personalities is like a roller coaster ride. Seductive, then sweet, threatening then genuine, nice and then creepy. Who the heck is this guy? But irregardless, I want to know more about this cause. Defeating the hunters, the monsters that stole my life, it would be such sweet candy. Ending their threat to Were-kind would bring all of us peace, and in a way, freedom.
***Zelena!***
I gazed in the direction that Galterio had ran, but he was long gone. I huffed and turned around to jog back towards the beach. As I got to the edge of the trees, I picked up my pace. I wasn’t looking ahead as I burst through the last of the tree line and I collided with Gunner’s chest.
“Ouch” I mumbled as I steadied my feet and rubbed my nose. Gunner gripped the top of my arms hard, really hard. His fingertips dug into my skin. He held me close, but not pressed up against his body like usual. He was holding me at a distance.
“Ow Gunner, you’re hurting me” I hissed as I tried to break out of his hold. I grabbed at one of his hands and pulled at his fingers, but he didn’t relent. I looked up to his face and felt instant dread. I have never seen him look at me like this. His eyes are murderous, dark and narrow. His jaw is clenched tight and his neck muscles were tensed and strained. The corner of his top lip was curled up and exposed one of his sharp canines.
“Where were you?” he snarled harshly,
“I went for a walk” I lied. I tried to pull his hand from my arm but he wouldn’t budge.
“Gunner stop, you’re hurting me” I snapped. A low growl came through his clenched teeth and he leaned down to me. He ran his nose over my shoulder and up my neck. Oh no. I forgot.
“I can smell him on you” he growled dangerously.
“Gunner, listen to me please. Let me go and we can talk” I pleaded. I tried to wriggle from his grip but he was not letting go. Tears pooled in my eyes and panic began to set in.
“Who is he?” he asked. His voice was calm, but the threat behind it was anything but.
“Gunner, let me go!” I screamed.
“WHO IS HE!?” he roared. The sound of his voice echoed across the beach and through the air. The anger he was exuding washed over me like a hot wave, burning deep into my skin. I remember what happened last time I gave over to it, what I did to him. I don’t ever want to do that, or feel that again. Fresh tears began to fall from my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I fought against the urge to give into his rage. I struggled angrily against his grip, but he only pressed his fingers into me harder. The tips of his claws pressed into my flesh, piercing the skin. I cried out in pain and looked up to meet Gunner’s eyes. Fear overwhelmed my body as I took in his dangerous and uncaring expression. The fact that he was causing me pain didn’t register, he was more than angry, he looks half crazed and blood thirsty. He is fully engulfed in his rage, and I don’t know how to stop it. He’s going to hurt me, for the first time ever, I am afraid of Gunner.
“Please” I cried, continuing to wiggle around. He didn’t answer me, just watched me cry and thrash in his deathly grip. This wasn’t my Gunner. My Gunner was loving, and caring, and gentle. Whoever this Were is, he’s rough and callous, and downright terrifying. His anger dance through my veins, trying to seduce me to the darkness, but I fought against it. The growl that rumbled through his chest was enough to put a stop to my thrashing. I looked up to his dark and dangerous eyes. Tears blurred my vision, but the rage on his face was clear.
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