Twin Moon - Chapter 279 - Half-breeds
Whiskey.
The other beings that I thought were human, were anything but. The biggest of them all was abnormally tall, and muscular. His arms hung low and crooked, his knees bent in the wrong direction, and he was hairy like a wild boar. It wasn’t until he turned his head, and I could see his features in the moonlight, did I understand why he looked that way. I covered my mouth with my hand before an audible gasp left my lips. A half-breed. Impossible. I quickly looked to the other humans, and felt my stomach tighten with anger and something that could have been mistaken as fear. They were all half-breeds. This can’t be.
I know all about these abominations, for a time I thought I was one. The hunters did multiple experiments with human and Were DNA. They were trying to extract the strength and speed of the werewolf and give it to the humans. They did everything from having a human woman carry a child made from Were semen, and a Were woman carry a child made with human seed. Not to mention all the disastrous Petri dish babies. Luckily, they never succeeded in their mission. The creatures they bread were worse than any wolf I'd seen. Some of the babies were born half wolf, half human. Some with animalistic features. Some died before birth, some died years later. It was the ones that made it to puberty that were the most rotten. When those children changed form, it was like they were transformed. Once scared and timid kids, changed to become ravenous and uncontrollable monsters. One boy managed to kill his way through half a battalion before they took him out. The creatures were smaller in size, but larger in ferocity. It was like they had no human senses left, no soul, no sense of pain. They were crazed and unstoppable beasts. None of them survived the first change, they had to be terminated almost immediately. That is, all but one. A girl, just shy of fifteen. When she changed, she looked similar to this man. She didn’t take the body of a wolf, but her face hands and legs deformed. She didn’t attack or become aggressive. She just cowered in the corner like she always did. I never saw her again after that first change. She was taken away for further experimentation. I never expected to see a half-breed in the wild, let alone five of them.
The way the other wolves and half-breeds stood around him, the way they looked up to him while cowering away from him at the same time, it appeared like they were afraid of him. Either that or he was their leader. But that’s ridiculous, why would they allow a weak monstrosity to lead them. I watched in silence as they stood around having a silent conversation. After a few more minutes the large half-breed spoke out loud to the others.
“Stay out of sight” he ordered them. His voice was low and rough, deep and demanding. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The heated desire to kill this beast rose in my belly. My claws pressed at the tips of my fingers. I could just kick myself for leaving my blades behind. This abominations death could go one of two ways. One, he will be as weak and pathetic as I imagine him to be, and will die in seconds. And the less likely option two, he will surprise me and put up one hell of a fight. I am hoping to be surprised, I need a good fight.
After a few more seconds, the tall half-breed and fourteen of the wolves took off through the trees, taking the human prisoner with them. The remaining four half-breeds and two wolves slowly ran off in another direction. I was torn on who to follow. I could take out the half-breeds and two wolves easily. Then loop back around for the other larger group. But I want to know why they are here, who their captive is and what the go with this giant half-breed is. I snarled and jumped down from my tree, chasing after the larger group. I kept my distance and made sure to stay in the shadows and out of sight. After a while the group split into four and all ran off in different directions. What the fuck are they doing, is this some kind of random attack strategy. I kept on the main half-breed, as much as it infuriated me. Them splitting up only makes it easier for me to pick them off. But I need to know what is going on.
These idiots made no attempt to be quiet or sneaky, or to hide their approach from the patrolling wolves in any way. Bold strategy, albeit stupid, but still bold. Why would they not care about being spotted. When a howl rang out through the early night air, the hair rose on my arms. It was a warning. Whoever these beasts are, they aren’t meant to be here, and now Gunner’s pack know they’re here. Another howl sounded from the other direction, then the half-breed stopped running. He lifted his head and howled loudly in return. A shiver ran over my skin, and something pulled at the back of my head. I don’t know how or why, but I knew in that moment that the half-breed has no intention of attacking. I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly disappointed. They kept going in the direction of the pack house, the half-breed stopped once more to howl into the night air. I kept my senses sharp and alert, I know Gunner’s warrior puppies will be out tracking these wolves, I can’t risk them finding me instead.
I heard the warriors through the trees, chasing after us. Well, chasing them. Their growls and barks of angered warnings filtered through the forest. I caught sight of a small group off to the right. They had their noses to the ground, following the scent of the intruders. If I stay high up, in the trees like before, they may not pick up my scent. I climbed the first tree I reached and planted myself on a branch, and hid there until the small group of warriors were out of sight. By doing so, I lost sight of the half-breed and his pack as well.
I scanned the forest, looking for more patrols. They were all over the place, in every direction. Perhaps that was why the half-breed and his pack split up, to make it harder for them to be caught. Maybe he isn’t as dumb as I first thought. I tried to move silently, but it was getting harder to without being spotted. With the ducking and weaving, and the climbing and scampering I did to avoid the hunting warriors, I had completely lost my sense of direction. All these trees look the same to me. When another howl rang through the trees, I knew exactly where I needed to go. I climbed back up into the trees and began bouncing from tree to tree as quickly and quietly as I could. The noises from the intruders and the warriors chasing them grew louder, making it easier to disguise my own noises. The closer I got to the village, the more sparce the trees became, which made my own approach more difficult.
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