Twin Moon - Chapter 221 - Sixteen Months Ago
Whiskey.
I headed back to the top deck and peered out into the darkness. The air coming off the water was cold, I liked it. The icy freshness seeped into my skin, chilling my bones. My skin prickled with goosebumps and a shiver ran down my back. I love that feeling. It tickles at my dark frozen heart. I knew I was getting close, I could sense it. Perhaps an hour out now, maybe less. And just in time. Dark storm clouds were rolling across the sky, coming from the direction of the land. Hopefully, I can dock before they hit.
The waves were bashing against the sides of the fishing boat, throwing it all around the place. The metal screamed under the pressure of the water. The land was right there, I could see it through the pouring rain, I just couldn’t manoeuvre the stupid boat through the storm to reach the shore. Fuck it. I collected my bag, shoving my clothes and shoes back inside it. I then put it, and the document case, into a watertight plastic bag. With some extra rope I found, I tied the bag to my chest, securing it tightly around my body. Back on deck, I clumsily climbed onto the railing, gripping hold of the ropes, careful to not fall overboard prematurely. I could see the line of the land on the horizon as the boat dipped up and down over the tremendous waves. I can make it easily. I dived into the water, going deep under the swell. I kicked my legs hard, moving my arms in synchrony, to propel myself through the freezing waters. Another helpful aspect of being able to manipulate the air, I can hold my breath for a very long time.
I had to come up for air, and get my bearings, only four times. Each time I was smashed around by the rough water. If I was any other regular human, I would have drowned in a matter of minutes. The current was strong, trying to drag me back out into the open water. But I am stronger. When I did finally pull my waterlogged body up the beach, I was beyond exhausted. I untied the bag from my chest and flopped my limp body onto the sand. My chest was heaving up and down and my heart was racing. The rain poured down on me and I opened my mouth, drinking it in. The lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the dark clouds. I stood up on my tired shaky legs. The air felt heavy, thick even. At first, I thought it was just the effects of the storm. But that wasn’t it. I curled my toes into the sand, burying my feet into the earth. The ground itself felt different. It was almost like it was flowing with a subtle electricity. I couldn’t make sense of it.
**Sixteen months ago.**
I don’t like this. It doesn’t feel right. I was made to hunt werewolves, I don’t associate with them. I certainly don’t live with them. Saxton was dead set on going back to his pack. I don’t know why. He’s been away from them for what, a month or two short of a year? Why couldn’t he just stay gone. He says it was unfair for them to keep thinking that he was dead. Says that he needed to tell his family that he’s okay. If the big dumb beast didn’t have me so entranced by him, I would have just ditched him. Maybe I still should. I should let him stay here with his family of mutts and I can continue on alone. Fuck, I want to. I just can’t bring myself to abandon him.
I was sitting off to the side on my own, watching the festivities underway around me. Saxton’s pack was on the larger side. Roughly two hundred or so. Saxton’s family is huge as well, not just his pack members, but his actual family. Siblings, cousins, uncles and aunties. There are so many of them, and they haven’t left his side since we got here. We’re onto day four of celebrations, and I am at my wit's end. It's good, everything is fine. Saxton is clearly very popular, and his pack are just really happy to see him back again. But if I have to watch one more fucking bitch rub up against him, I will kill something.
Saxton’s mother made her way over to where I was sitting and plonked herself down next to me. She absolutely stunk of alcohol and was swaying in her seat. She’s a pretty she-wolf. Tall like Saxton and with the same bright blue eyes. She was muscular for a female, but Saxton did say that she is a warrior like his father.
“I can’t believe my little boy has a Mate” she slurred and draped her arm over my shoulders.
“He may be my eldest, but he is still my baby boy, you know?”.
I leaned away from her as she spoke right up in my face. I could feel the saliva hitting my cheek as it flew from her mouth, and I could basically taste the wine on her breath. She pulled me back to her and grabbed my chin. A low growl rumbled through my chest at her harsh fingers touching me.
“You better be good to him. I may be getting up there in years, but I can still kick around a little girl like you. Look at you, you’re so tiny” Pia laughed and squeezed my chin. I pulled my face from her grip and curled my lips back, snarling at the drunk woman.
“What kind of a name is Whiskey anyways? Why would your mother call you that? Was she a booze hound?” Pia mumbled and glared at me.
“Ma!” Saxton shouted and grabbed hold of her shoulders. He knelt down in front of her and pushed her hair back behind her ear,
“I told you to behave yourself” he hissed quietly,
“Can’t a mother talk to her new daughter-in-law?” she slurred back.
“You’re not talking, you’re interrogating her, and you’re being rude. Remember, I wouldn’t be standing here right now if it wasn’t for her” he grunted angrily. I filled with pride as Saxton scolded his mother on my behalf. He shot me a quick wink and my heart fluttered. She was lucky he was there, because another disrespectful word from her and she would have ended up a puddle of blood on the floor.
“Puh-lease! This little girl couldn’t save a fly if it was drowning in an empty glass” she spat and motioned her chin in my direction,
“You need a warrior, someone to fight beside you. Not a weak little flee, like this one”.
“That’s enough!” Saxton hissed and shot to his feet.
“You know I'm...” Pia started but Saxton cut her off,
“You don’t know anything” he screamed at her. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his side, securing me against him with his large arm around my body.
“Did you ever wonder why I didn’t come back right away? Didn't you once ask yourself where I've been for the past year?” Saxton yelled,
“I didn’t…” Pia muttered but Saxton cut her off once again.
“We were doing something noble. We were doing something for the betterment of Were-kind. Me and her. Her and me. Together. And what have you been doing mother? Sitting at home drinking yourself to death”.
I could feel the anger radiating from Saxton. His grip on my hip was tight, his protruding claws were digging into my skin. His yelling had attracted more attention, as many of the pack members started to move over toward us, getting a better look at the fight unfolding.
“Well then son, please tell us what kept you away. Tell us all about your noble mission” Dante, Saxton’s father, called from behind us. He was glaring at his son, with his brothers and other warriors standing at his sides. Saxton’s siblings too came to stand at the side of their father. All of them staring him down, looking ready for a fight. So quickly they were able to turn on him, on their own blood. It infuriated me. I looked around at the crowd of people, all of them glaring at both Saxton and me. It would appear that Saxton was alone on this ledge. Perhaps there was more to this than I knew. Maybe he isn’t quite as popular as I thought.
“You wouldn’t believe me anyway. You never have before, why would you now?” he growled at his father.
“Well, you seem so damned sure of yourself. Please, enlighten us” Dante mocked. A growl bubbled from behind my clenched teeth at his disrespect. Saxton’s grip around me tightened.
***All is well Tesoro. Keep your calm***
“Whiskey is a talented fighter, and a strong warrior. I would bet she could put you on your back in a matter of seconds” Saxton said loudly. He spoke to his father, but he made a point of talking loud enough for the entirety of the hall to hear him easily.
“Her? This small child?” Dante laughed. His laughter was echoed by the rest of the people around him. My body heat skyrocketed, and I was ready to launch at him. I wanted nothing more than to watch the laughter die from his face as I sucked the air from his lungs.
“Yes, her” Saxton replied with conviction,
“She had no problem with entire compounds filled with hunters. Taking you down would be a cake walk” he laughed and mocked his father.
“What are you on about?” Dante scoffed.
“I’m happy to explain it all father, only once she has put you on your ass”.
“I would pay to see that” one of the warriors laughed.
“I accept your challenge” I growled lowly. Laughter ensued once again, echoing all around the hall.
“No. I'm not going to fight a weakling like her. I have more dignity than that” Dante chuckled.
“Are you afraid father?” Saxton snapped back quickly. A hush fell over the crowd and Dante snarled. Clearly Saxton had hit a nerve.
“I fear no one and nothing”
“Then you will have no problem defeating me” I said smugly. Dante growled and nodded his head stiffly.
“If you want a beating, I will serve you a beating little girl” he hissed.
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