Wolf Hunt Chapter Three

3rd chapter of my book, Finaly guys you get to meet the werewolves!! WARNING: contains mild gross stuff

 CHAPTER THREE

 

I lived in a small wooden lodge house on Charles's land, close enough to his house I was in shouting distance but far enough that we wouldn't hear each other talking in normal tones. He had offered the house to me when I first moved out of my guardians house forty-five years ago, after he discovered that having an extra house that far away for his wolves or guests to stay in was not an easy way to keep an eye on them, and built another lodge directly outside his back door. The best part was that my home was only two meters from the tree line of the wood on Charles's land, meaning I could run back and forth from my house to the forest at night without being seen. After all it’s pretty hard to see a black cat at night, even harder if it’s a giant black cat that doesn't want to be seen.

When I parked my van outside my home I noticed my brother, Steven, was sat on my porch stairs. He stood as I climbed out of the van.

“You didn't come to the meeting. So Charles sent me to wait for you so I could take you back and fill you in” he accused me angrily

“You may look upon Charles as your pride king but I don't Steven, I don't have to go to the meetings. You feel obliged to the pack I don't.” I growled. It was an old argument.

“You’re still looked upon as pack. Come on” he growled back

“As it happens I have a bone to pick with Charles anyway. All the werewolves. About murder” I said mildly.

Steven did a double take, and I couldn't help but laugh at his expression.

“Don’t worry. Since your pack I’m sure you'll be included when I announce my story. Anyway wait till Jake tells you about the adventure I had earlier. You’re gonna go nut's” I winked; see as much as I loved my brother I also loved to tease him.

Together I and my brother walked through Charles's mansion back door through the kitchen and into the dining room, where all the meetings are held.

As usual the women in the pack were sat by their husbands, and once again glared at me when I walked in. there were only two of them, but for some reason they hated me.

“Teresa. So glad you could join us” Ethan, Charles second greeted me.

“I’m here on business actually. I'm still on duty” I said

“Hi Teresa” Jake winked

“Hello Jake, Howard, Lauren, Janice, Carlos” I said nodding my head in turn getting a nod or wave back, or in Janice and Lauren's case a glare.

“You’re still on duty and here on business? This can only be bad news for us” I heard Charles say from the living room as he walked in to meet us.

“Correct” I said slipping into my business mood. A gift of being a werecat was that we could blend and impersonate people around us. After sixty years I had quite a collection of personalities.

“So what happened?” he asked in his silk voice as I sat down in one of the empty chairs.

“Murder happened. I know it was none of you; I got a little bit of the guys scent. Heard of any rouges from other packs or anything? Or seen a stray wolf around town?” I asked in a hard voice.

“No. not that we know of” he said a frown forming on his face beneath his UN brushed hair.

“Also” I continued “the victim’s two children. A fifteen year old boy and fourteen year old girl. Missing. Can you think of a reason the wolf would take them and not kill them too? Or a way they could have escaped?” I asked. I was almost desperate.

“A light snack?” Carlos said

“Or they were so small he left nothing of them?” Howard said

“Or perhaps Teresa can’t count body parts?” Janice smirked

“Janice, that's enough.” Charles said sharply as Steven got to his feet to defend me. Not that I needed defending. “Tess knows how to do her job, as I might remind you she may look twenty but she’s sixty-five remember? She has fifteen years more experience than you do. No. I think the kids are alive still, he couldn't have taken them away in wolf form.”

The werewolves sat and discussed the matter and as they came up with ideas of what could have happened to the children, I felt anger and frustration building up inside me. Suddenly I became very aware that I was still wearing my blood soaked overalls.

I stood up suddenly, dazed.

“Tess?” Steven said from somewhere distant, even though I knew he was sat beside me “are you OK? You look sick”

“Need to change” I muttered getting my balance and stumbling through the kitchen and out the back door. But I could still hear them.

“Tess!” Steven had followed me outside “careful you’re gonna fall over!” he put my arm over his head and helped me to my home.

Inside I took off the overalls and bunged them in the washer, then changed into my pyjamas.

“Is that better?” my brother asked when I walked into the living room where he had been watching TV. “Not really but now I don't have blood over me” I grunted. I had the strangest feeling. I wanted to run without stopping but I also wanted to rip something to shreds. To feel blood in my mouth and flesh under my claws.

There was a knock on my door but I was to slow to answer and Steven beat me to it. It was Jake.

“Just came to see what’s wrong with the kitten” he said

“I’m not a kitten!” I yelled

“You are to us” Jake laughed as he sat down beside me on the couch.

 

“How’s peter?” I asked Jake. Jake was gay and a happy-to-be outcast in the werewolf community. Peter was his latest boyfriend.

“He’s fine. Doesn't even care I’m a werewolf its great! Anyway stop changing the subject. What happened in there? How are you?” he asked seriously.

“I’m fine thanks but I have a weird feeling”

The door opened again and Charles stepped in “what sort of feeling?” he asked sitting down on my other side. I felt like a rabbit trapped between two predators.

“What’s this? Is my home an open house now? Just come in without being invited! I welcome all!” I said sarcastically.

Charles smirked at me “answer my question”

I stuck my tongue out at him. Honestly it felt more childish then it sounds. “I feel angry, like I want to run and not stop, but I also want to kill something” I said the end bit sheepishly.

But all three of them nodded in understanding.

“I can see why you’re confused. It’s unusual for female werewolves to get this. Never mind tabby cats. What you’re experiencing is called blood-lust. A good hunt will fix it.” Steven winked at me.

“I’m in for that!” Jake laughed.

“Race you!” I yelled

I launched myself off the couch towards the front door. But someone caught me around the waist and pulled me back onto the couch. I vaguely heard Steven and Jake laughing which meant the huge body mass pinning me to the couch was Charles. And he was laughing at me. I was glad he couldn't see me blushing.

Me and Charles. We had been acting like this for a long time, not as long as id known him of course but a long time nonetheless. This was nothing new.

“Charles” I yelled “I’m seconds away from hitting you in a very painful place if you don't get off me!”

“why should I?” he asked lightly he wasn't even breaking a sweat keeping me down no matter how hard I struggled “ you can’t reach and its quite comfortable here. Don't you think?”

“For you maybe but I’m squished here!” I retorted he was only playing with me like he always did. Or at least I hoped he was.

He shifted slightly so I wasn't so squished underneath him but rather beside him.

“Better?” he asked lightly

“Hardly” I was getting myself ready to break free. If I could just get him to relax a little.....

“So how are you?” he asked me. He was to close, I didn't like it. I liked my personal space and he was in it. He was moving too fast. I didn't even know what he wanted.

“Fine. Considering I’m in the midst of blood-lust trapped by you, on the search for murdering rouge wolf and two missing kids and I’ve been bait for a rapist” I told him.

His body went ridged “a rapist?” he asked suddenly stern.

Oops.

“Yes a rapist. You know the guy who raped several girls?” I said

“You were bait. I can see the reason for their choice but seriously why didn't you tell Steven?” he asked his eyes were beginning to get a yellow tinge. My plan to make him relax was not working.

“Because he would run off and tell you and you'd both try to stop me. Anyway I was fine. Jake was in the back-up van” I stuck a finger in his chest.

Charles grunted “did he touch you?”

I frowned “who Jake? Have you forgot, he’s gay remember?” I joked

“Tess” Charles growled more yellow growing in his eyes.

“Yes the rapist touched me he put his hand on my hip, but then I broke his balls, nose and gave him a black eye OK? It’s my job if you remember, I get paid for this and I can help keep other people safe” I answered grumpily. Honestly why did werewolves have to be so possessive? Although being a werecat I can’t talk.

Charles sat up finally freeing me “no it’s not OK. You haven't had a shower and I can still smell him on you, I just thought it was your boyfriend after all you were on a date with him.” he said bitterly.

I sat up and swung my legs round so I could get off the couch.

“come on” I said putting a hand on his shoulder comforting him, I didn't even know why I was comforting him but cats are sociable people and keep everyone close, and Charles was one of my best friends “I’m not going to get a shower now but I am going to go for a swim in the stream. Let’s go before a fully shifted wolf and cat come looking for us” I smiled when he looked at me “but I’m not racing you”

We walked to the tree line together in silence. I don't know how Charles felt about our talk, if you could call it that, but I was feeling slightly awkward. We still didn't say anything as we both crouched on the floor and our shifts began.

Unlike a werewolf and my brothers’ shift, my shift was painless and quick. Something about my dad also being a witch as well as a werecat meant I could do magic and my shift was quick. My mom had met my dad when Steven was fifteen and already living here with Charles pack. Her previous husband had died in a battle with a bear over a kill. My shift only had two main parts, the beginning when all my bone would dislocate and reshape, and the end when my fur would grow over my human skin and my tail, paws, claws, muzzle and ears would grow.

I stood up in the form of a 130 stone, black cat. I stretched my legs and jaw before finally sitting and watching patiently Charles struggle through the rest of his shift. I would normally have ran off with the others but this time they had too much of a head start and I needed Charles's wolf nose to sniff them out. And I didn't want to leave him alone. Just a few weeks ago I heard he had a fight with the alpha

From the next town and had been seriously injured. It was our job to watch him. By our job I mean me and my brother. Werecats unlike the werewolves will not challenge the alpha for leadership when he is showing weakness or is injured.

When Charles finally collapsed on the ground panting, in the form of a huge bear sized golden wolf I was still trying to figure out why he had been so bitter towards me at the end of our conversation. I was never very good with men and man language, not even after sixty-five years! I decided I would just ask Silvia, my best girlfriend and source of gossip at work tomorrow. It took Charles a while to regain his strength and stand, all the while I was ready to dart to his side the moment something went wrong. But as we walked through the woods, him in front because he was alpha and me a little was behind, he seemed completely fine.

We stopped at the small river that signalled the end of Charles three acres of forest land he finally stopped walking and just stood. He waited for several minutes, as I began to twitch my tail nervously cats were made to run and pounce and chase things that moved not stand still unless we were in danger, but then he threw back his magnificent wolf head and howled to the wanning moon, calling the pack. Around the forest I heard at least two wolves answer his call with another howl and my brother roar. A werecats roar is like that of a lion but more deep and quieter. I knew of course that he also expected me to roar in answer but also in cat form I refused to be part of the pack, even if the wolves said I was. Within seconds two more wolves appeared out of the bushes, a silver one : Howard and a Grey one : Jake, seconds later my brothers brown cat form hopped down from a tree and he rushed to greet me. Unlike the werewolves, werecats are noisy and we enjoy company which is why we greet others in cat form by nuzzling, licking and playful nips. The three werewolves watched us in our greeting with a sort of amazement in their eyes. Honestly, they had seen this display of affection before but they still didn't understand.

Eventually I got tired of our greeting and wanted to play. I sprang from my power full hind legs, launching myself over my brother and landing into the shallow waters. I splashed and swam happily, I was an oddity from werecats I had met because I enjoyed being in the water. I got tired of that too. The blood-lust was still inside me even if it was calmer now, and Charles had said all I needed was a good hunt. I was hungry anyway. I used my front paw to splash water at the werewolves and my brother before flying into the trees to the left. Behind me I heard Charles howl. Probably meaning “find her and bring her back here now!” but I knew I was faster. I had always been faster; I was a small werecat, much smaller that the wolves who were also bulky with their body and muscle mass. The werewolf was built to fight and win, I was built to run and evade attacks.

I ran for as long as I could but eventually I had to stop. My heart was racing, lungs burning muscles tense. Then movement caught my eye. A small family of rabbits were happily playing far from there burrow, UN aware of the danger they were in.

I quietly stalked my prey from the cover of the trees, my paws moving slowly, making no noise on the dead twigs and leaves I tread on. I crouched a running distance away. Rotating my shoulders as I prepared to pounce. Then a wolf stumbled into the clearing on the opposite side. The rabbits tried to run for their burrow but I sprang and blocked one off. It ran into the trees where I followed it in hot pursuit. I pounced and caught its small body in my mouth. Blood trickled into my mouth, as the little rabbit went lip, and lifeless.

Author's Note

Same as usual, please read and review. Not sure i can write good from a cats prespective like...
And yeah spellings and grammer please ignore :)

Reviews

[Skoo.]

I still like it. I like how it goes "Chapter 1 - Get People Hooked. Chapter Two - Start Whacking Plot And Detail In. Chapter 3 - Properly Explain Most Characters"
I'ma read Chapter 4 later though 'cause I've been staring at the screen too long xD xx