Twin Moon - Chapter 245 - The Real Murderers
Aurora.
“I don’t know who that was, why would I?” I told Gunner annoyed,
“Oh” he said back, seemingly stunned.
“Who was he?” I asked innocently,
“That’s the Alpha you call when your pack is having trouble”
“What kind of trouble?”
“Supernatural trouble, hunter trouble, sometimes even human trouble”
“And they what, they kill them?”
“Well, Yeah. They're called the mercenaries, but I suppose they are more like the Were equivalent of the CIA secret assassins. Only they’re not owned or operated by any government or organization. We don’t exactly talk about them, everyone knows about them, but they are a taboo subject” Gunner explained.
He actually told me more than I was expecting him to. It didn’t make sense though, the hunters would have known about an organization like that. They have spies and ways of getting sensitive information from places you wouldn’t expect. This feels like something they would have known about. Especially if these mercenaries were killing clans of hunters and innocent humans. That’s what the hunters are for, protecting the humans, by eradicating the supernaturals.
“Why’s that, why the hush hush?” I pushed Gunner for more answers,
“Well, because we don’t kill humans. At least we’re not meant to. The Meļņasirds do. If there’s money in it for them, they’ll kill anything”
“What do you mean you don’t kill humans?” I asked with a jeer. I've been told hundreds of stories about the savage wolves that tore their way through towns, slaughtering innocent women and children. I've been shown pictures and videos of the aftermath. I know that Weres kill humans ruthlessly. It's been drummed into me for as long as I can remember. Werewolves are killers, uncontrollable animals that thirst for blood.
“Huh” Gunner huffed surprised by my question,
“I’ve seen plenty of humans killed by wolves” I shot back at him. Was he trying to play innocent or something, what was with the fake shock on his face. Gunner stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders. He crouched down so that we were eye level.
“What are you talking about?” he asked urgently, I scoffed annoyed and tried to shake out of his hold. He pulled me back to look at him roughly and repeated the question,
“Tell me, what are you talking about?” he demanded.
“I’m talking about the thousands of humans that werewolves have slaughtered over the years. Don't act like it's some big surprise” I answered him angrily. Gunner pursed his lips and stared into my eyes, like he was searching for something. When he didn’t speak again, I pulled at his hand to release me,
“Will you let me go now” I grunted,
“Whiskey, have you actually seen a Were kill a human?” he asked and shook my shoulders. I don’t understand what is happening, why is he acting this way. He's a Were, he should know.
“What?” I huffed,
“Where? When? Who was it? This is serious, tell me Whiskey” he said gruffly. The pressure of his fingers on my arms was becoming annoying.
“Stop it Gunner, you’re freaking me out” I said and tried to push his hand off my shoulder.
“Listen to me. This is important, have you yourself seen a Were kill a human unjustly” he snapped firmly.
“Unjustly?” I scoffed. Like killing innocent families can ever be justified.
“Where did you see it?” he growled,
“The fuck are you talking about?” I blanked,
“Tell me, Whiskey. Have you seen it?” he shouted and shook me,
“NO!” I screamed back. Gunner let me go and stood up straight. He glared at me and put his hands on his hips.
“Why did you say that, that Weres have slaughtered humans, if you didn’t see it, why did you say it?” Gunner asked slowly. I could hear the seriousness in his voice, I could feel the anger radiating off him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say” I answered him.
I couldn’t tell him about the pictures, the stories, the bodies, not without explaining how and why I saw them. I can’t tell him about the time I was dragged through a burnt-out town, forced to stare at the bodies that littered the streets. I can’t tell him that I know it was werewolves that killed all those people, without explaining that I knew it because the hunters caught three of them. I can’t explain how those wolves were tortured and beaten, begging and pleading for their lives. Right up until the point that they confessed and were then decapitated. I definitely can’t tell him that this was a one-time only thing. Those hunters took me to many small little human towns and villages. That was the one thing I could never get past, the fact that the werewolves only ever killed off small, isolated villages. Towns that were far away from big cities and other humans. They always went for the most vulnerable and defenseless. It's the one thing that I could never forgive. Seeing those bodies shot to hell, half burnt and even hanging from trees and light poles. Men, women and children alike. Such brutal and ruthless murders. The hunters always showed me the bodies of the wolves responsible afterwards. They made me look upon their misshapen bodies, riddled with bullet holes, patches of fur singed off and completely lifeless. They always made sure I knew it was the wolves responsible, and they made sure it filled me with hate and loathing.
If that information came out, it will ruin everything. Gunner can’t know. No one can know.
“I want you to tell me what would possess you to lie” Gunner demanded.
“It’s not a lie. Humans are murdered by werewolves all the time” I snipped. Reliving those memories in my head reignited my anger and hatred. Wolves are monsters. My mission to continue the hunter's work, is one hundred percent justified. They all deserve to die.
“You have never seen it happen though” he clipped back,
“So what? You don’t see children born in the street, but you know it happens all the time. Same thing applies”.
Gunner grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. He looked down at me angrily and with concern. Like I just told the world about a secret that he didn’t know I knew. Shit. Can he read my mind or something, could see those memories flashing through my mind?
“What did you just say?” he grunted,
“I said, just because you don’t see babies born all around you, doesn't mean that thousands of babies aren’t born every day. Just because I haven’t seen a werewolf kill a human, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen” I grunted and reefed my arms from his hold. He looked at me surprised and in disbelief. I thought I had him there. He was silent as he watched me glare at him. Why would he lie about it though? Does he think I'm stupid or something. I know what he is and what his kind does.
“We’re done here. Get back to the car” he snapped and stormed off through the trees.
“I’m not going with you” I sneered angrily. Gunner stopped walking and turned back on me.
“What?” he snapped,
“I’m not going anywhere with you, not until you tell me where we’re going” I said firmly. I crossed my arms and stuck out my hip, like a real petulant child.
“I’m not doing this with you, not here, not now. Not after the shit you just pulled. Get in the car, Whiskey”
“No!” I retorted.
Gunner’s face contorted into one of pure frustration. I would have laughed if I didn’t feel a little sorry for him. He lifted his head back and curled his hands into fists.
“Goddess help me!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
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