Twin Moon - Chapter 228 - The Man on the Mountain
Whiskey.
All this time I have been fighting the wrong enemy. I had been going after the ones that I thought hurt me. They didn’t hurt me, not really. They made me strong, they toughened me up and prepared me for the cruelty this world has to offer. The hunters gave me everything I needed to put an end to Were-kind. They were my true protectors. They saw the beasts for what they truly are. Manipulative, greedy, power hungry, selfish animals. The hunters knew that the werewolves needed to be stopped, no matter the cost, whatever the sacrifice. They did what they did to me out of necessity and desperation. They needed me, the monster that they turned me into, because they couldn’t do it alone. I've been so stupid, letting myself get tricked by the very beast that I was trained to kill. I know now. I know what I must do.
The anger burned through my body uncontrollably. The black whisps of smoke snapped out of me like a whip, cracking against the walls and furniture. I summoned my power and let the air fill my lungs, then I turned to the Alpha. I opened my mouth and screamed at the top of my lungs. The high-pitched echoed screech stung at my ears. The Alpha covered his ears and tucked his head into his arms. Saxton dropped to the ground beside me, also holding his ears. I wailed like a banshee, filling the room with more air, increasing the pressure around the Alpha. I could see him screaming in pain as he cowered from me. I could see the blood pouring from his ears and nose as he tried to shield himself. After a few seconds, the Alpha’s body dropped to the floor. I pulled the air back into my lungs and looked down at his lifeless body. His blood spilled out onto the floor around him as his heart thumped its last beat.
Saxton cried in pain at my feet. A sound that filled my broken heart with joy. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted him to his feet. Blood was dripping from his ears, nose and eyes. He was still holding his ears, like the pressure was still pushing against his brain. He blinked and stared at me in horror. The realisation of what was to come crossed his face and he paled.
“Now you will watch as I destroy your world, just as you did to mine” I sneered with a venomous smile. Saxton immediately tried to fight, to free himself of my grip. He kicked off with his legs and swung out with his extended claws. But he was in pain, and it made him slow. I launched my head forward, cracking my forehead into his nose. The audible crunch and Saxton’s cry told me that I had broken it. When he still tried to get free, I lifted my leg and slammed my foot back down into the side of his knee. A loud snap filled the room, along with Saxton’s painful scream. I looked down at his leg and smiled. The bottom half of his leg poked out at an awkward angle, and the bone of his shin had broken through the skin. I tightened my grip on the back of his neck so that he wouldn’t drop. I leaned in close to his face and smirked,
“Now if you behave, I won't have to break the other one” I said in a cheerful threatening manner. Saxton nodded in understanding and let me lead him from the room. Just as we arrived at the top of the stairs, the Luna appeared at the bottom. Fear filled her face as she looked over Saxton’s blood covered body, her eyes hovering on his leg the longest.
“Run!” Saxton screamed, and she didn’t hesitate, taking off around the corner and out of sight. I heard two sets of quick footsteps, and then the door slam closed as she bolted from the house. I growled angrily and threw Saxton’s body tumbling down the stairs. He reached the bottom and sprawled out on the wooden floorboards. His broken leg looked even more deformed and more blooded covered his face.
“You shouldn’t have done that, now I will have to make them suffer” I seethed as I strode casually down the stairs. Saxton rolled onto his back with a groan. He looked up at me with a crooked and bloody nose. Terror filled his eyes as he tried pointlessly to scamper back away from me. A laugh burst from my lips at his pathetic attempt at escaping. I stomped my foot down on his broken leg, feeling the crunch of his bones shattering further. A chilling scream flew freely from his open mouth as he writhed in pain. I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and dragged him to the door. He begged and pleaded me for mercy. Offering me his love, his loyalty, offering everything he has to give. None of which I wanted or cared about. No. I was going to kill every animal in this pack and make him watch as I did it. And then, once I have painted the stones red with the blood of his loved ones, I will kill him too.
**Present Day.**
I stared gobsmacked at the strange creature. I needed to know more. I need to study him, learn, find out where he got his power. Once I have the answers I need, then I will act. I watched the man closely, day and night, for over a week. He was a creature of habit, doing the same thing each day. He would wake early with the sun, then he’d change into a large silver wolf. Which only leads me to believe my original theory. He is the same as me, an abomination, a created tool of death. After he hunts through the forest for food, he returns to his rock. Once there, he spends the rest of the day in the same meditative state. The black whisps twirling around his fingers before disappearing into the air. What an unusual man.
The more I watched him, the more curious I became. I noticed that the numbness was slowly fading. Much to my dismay. I was enjoying the blank nothingness. Emotions make you weak, they cloud your judgment. Being cut off from them was liberating. I was starting to find that my surveillance of the mystery man was somewhat comforting. His repetitive nature and the lack of surprises and variations was a nice change. It was good to slow down and just watch, without the need for immediate action. The man was enjoyable to look at as well. He was basically perfect, he would be, if it weren’t for the scar on his ear. There was a large burn mark with a chunk of his ear missing from the top. Besides that, he was basically a living Greek God statue. Male beauty incarnate. I want to see him up close, to touch his porcelain skin and see the colour of his eyes. I must be losing my mind.
On the ninth day, he surprised me, doing something out of routine. First, he woke late. He didn’t emerge from his small tent until close to noon. Second, he looked ragged. Dark circles surrounded his eyes and his skin looked pale and sickly. He walked with his shoulders slumped forward and a slow thump to his step. He looked terrible. I'm not blind, I know he is insanely attractive, even from a distance. But not now, now he looks like he is dying or something. He skipped his hunt today and headed straight for the rock. I watched silently as he struggled to climb and perch his weak body on the top of the large stone surface. It took him a little longer than usual to get settle comfortably on his crossed legs. And even then, nothing happened. He didn’t rise above the rock and the black whisps of smoke didn’t pour from his fingers. He struggled. This continued on for hours, well on until after the sun had disappeared. The entire afternoon he struggled and groaned, he tried and failed. He was only making himself weaker.
This would be the optimum time to attack, while he is weak and tired. Too weak to defend himself. I can’t risk underestimating this beast. I still don’t understand the extent of his capabilities, or how he came to possess this power. The chance to take him out and end the threat is alluring. But I need to know more, I can’t let the possibility of important information slip away.
After another hour of the big dumb lump’s growling and groaning, he finally gave up and slinked away to his tent. I allowed enough time for him to fall asleep, then I headed off into the trees in search of a meal of my own. I fought with my own mind, arguing between changing and not changing. I hate it, I always will. But it will be quicker and easier to catch something as the beast. Ruefully, I removed my clothes and hid them in a hollow tree. I let the shiver of heat run down my spine as I twisted my head. The snap sounded and I dropped to the ground on four paws. I stretched my back and shook out my deep black fur. I lifted my nose to the air and sniffed hard. The mountain air was moving through the trees quickly, but I was able to pick up a soft scent of a spruce hen.
Tracking the hens was easy enough, catching them was just as simple. After I had eaten a couple, I wrapped my jaw around two more, with the thought of bringing them back with me to eat later. I headed back to the clearing where the mystery man had made his camp. I slowed down and was careful with my footing as I got closer. I didn’t realise what I was doing until it was already done. I placed the two birds at the foot of the tent and went back to the tree where I had hidden my clothes. I don’t know what possessed me to leave the man food. I don’t care if he dies from hunger, I do care if I don’t discover his secret before he dies though. I’ll put this down to selfish reasoning, at least for now.
After I dressed, I went back to my hiding spot among the trees. Sleep didn’t find me, instead I laid staring at the hens at the foot of the tent. What was I doing. I can’t leave them there, that would be stupid. It was a dumb, rash decision, one I didn’t give any thought to. I pushed myself up off the ground and walked quietly over to the tent. I grabbed the birds and slung them over my shoulder. As I was tiptoeing back to my spot, the zip of the tent ripped open. I spun on my heels and came face to face with the mystery beast. Fuck. The moment he saw me, his head tipped to the side and his eyebrows went up. He was surprised to see me, shocked even. I could see the confusion on his face as he was trying to understand what he was seeing. But after a quick second, the strangest look crossed his face, and he gazed at me like he knew me.
“Zee?” he said softly as he eyes looked me up and down. What the fuck is a Zee?
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