Twin Moon - Chapter 280 - The Escapee
Whiskey.
Four wolves quickly ran past the tree I was in, following not far behind them was six others. The first four were with the half-breed, the six chasing them must be from Gunner’s pack. I jumped down and followed after them, still keeping far enough behind so that I wouldn’t be easily noticed. I heard rustling through the forest off to the left, and soon after came another group that was with the half-breed. They are regrouping, why though. More of Gunner’s warriors appeared through the trees in front of me. I ducked to the right just in time to avoid them. I kept going towards the village. It’s obvious that’s where the half-breed and his pack were trying to get to, so I'll just catch up to them there.
I kept running until I could see the lights of the village through the trees. I slowed down and kept low as I got closer to the edge of the tree line. I can hear the commotion echoing around the area, the barking and the growling all coming from Gunner’s house. I kept my body behind a large tree trunk and peered around it into the clearing. Gunner’s warriors had the half-breed and his pack surrounded and were ushering them to the middle of the clearing. I haven’t picked a good vantage point to watch the chaos unfold. My view is obstructed by the little houses lining the centre of the village. They stopped and held the half-breed a safe distance from the house. Gunner’s large silver wolf stood in front of the group. I was too far away to hear anything, unfortunately. I could only just see the half-breed and three of his wolves, the rest of them were blocked from my line of sight by a cabin. The half-breed stepped forward and held his arms up. His arms and chest started to shrink as he bowed for Gunner. When he stood up straight again, the fiery rage that exploded inside me was phenomenal. It’s the man from the forest. The half-breed is the Alpha of the secret assassin pack, Alpha Doyle.
I could feel the itch of need crawl over my skin. I want to feel that abomination’s warm blood run down my arms after I impale him with my claws. I want to see the life drain out of him. All this time, that cocky asshole was a half-breed. Gunner’s voice bellowed through the clearing, pulling my thoughts away from killing Doyle and back to the current moment. Gunner had changed back to his human form and was standing between the assassin and a giant black wolf. It's the same wolf I saw in the forest earlier. So, he is one of Gunner’s lackies. The wolf stepped back slightly, and there she was. The little witch, the bane of my existence. Zelena. If I could shoot lasers from my eyes, she’d be dead right here right now. Doyle dropped to his knee in front of Gunner and the giant wolf moved to stand protectively over Zelena’s shoulder. Of course, she has her own guard dog. Stupid fucking princess. Everyone fucking loves her, don’t they. Everyone wants to kiss her toes and wipe her ass for her, don’t they. The fucking mutt.
After Doyle stood back up, he waved his hand over his head and looked back to the tree line. He was calling someone. I stuck my head further out and looked along the line of the clearing. Three humans emerged, one of which was the prisoner. Is that what this was all about, they want to trade back a hostage. Seems like a lot of effort. When Doyle threw the prisoner at Gunner’s feet, Zelena rushed forward to help him. The goody-two-shoes that she is. I shook my head and huffed. I'm so sick to fucking death of this little cunt. When screaming ensued and rung around the forest, I shot my eyes back up again. The first thing I realised, this man does really not like Zelena. Second thing, he’s speaking perfect Russian. Third thing, he called her Besomar. Fuck, this could be bad for me.
Gunner’s mother came running from the house to where everyone had gathered. They talked for a little before she turned her attention to the prisoner. I think it's pretty safe to discredit my original theory, I don’t believe this is a hostage situation. There was a quick panicked shuffle and my view was blocked by the crowd. When they parted again, the half-breed, Doyle, had the prisoner up in the air and was roaring in his face. Zelena was on her ass on the ground and Gunner’s mother was trying to pull the man free. He couldn’t possibly be defending her too. Does this bitch have all the men around her whipped into submission. Doyle promised to kill me, but her he wants to defend? This is ridiculous. Zelena jumped to her feet and yelled at the crowd, which made them all go silent. Just proving my point, she has her magic twisted around each and every one of them. I don’t know what she told them, but Gunner’s mother quickly ushered the prisoner away, followed closely by her Mate and two of Doyle’s wolves. I flicked my eyes between Zelena and the others, and Gunner’s mother and the prisoner. I know enough of what I need to know from Zelena, but I still have information to gather from the prisoner. I snuck forward and dashed to hide behind a cabin. I spared one last look to where Zelena and Gunner were arguing with Doyle, then followed silently after the prisoner.
They took him around the side of the house and into a shed like structure. I ran over to the outside wall and pressed my ear to the cool metal to listen. Roe was fussing over the prisoner, while ordering her Mate and the others to bring her water, and clean clothing, and blankets. I snuck a little further forward to where there was a small window high off the ground. I'm not going to be able to reach it by myself, I need something to stand on. I ran back to where I saw a car tyre leaning against the shed. Being as silent and as fast as I could, I rolled it to the window and jumped up on top of it. I held my hands out to my sides and used my power to steady myself. For any other person, I imagine standing upright on a tyre that wants to roll you off it would be difficult. But I'm not just any other person. With the added height I could just see through the small rectangular window. The prisoner was sitting on a chair with a blanket wrapped around his body. Gunner’s mother was sitting on another chair right in front of him, seemingly comforting him. When she stood up to take a glass from her Mate, I could see the prisoner uninterrupted. He was thin, filthy and looked exhausted. His hair was shaggy, and his skin was covered in cuts and bruises. Despite all that, his tired eyes shone with a glistening blue. I have seen blue eyes like that before, just three times. Saxton’s eyes. Deep dark blue pools of lies and trickery. Gunner’s eyes. Bright blue and endless, filled with care and devotion. And the wolf that escaped me back in Russia. His sparkling blue eyes glistened with sadness and fear. This man’s eyes hold that same look. It can’t be a coincidence that this man speaks Russian, that Doyle brought him here, and that he called Zelena Besomar. This is him, the same wolf it has to be. The only Werewolf that has managed to escape my murderous rampages. I knew letting him go would come back to bite me in the ass.
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