Howl to the Moon (Haikyuu Omegaverse)

Chapter 8: Ambush

Iwaizumi loaded his gun and put his finger at the trigger as if to fire. He closed one eye to visualize where he would like the bullet to land and held his breath to steady himself, but did not open fire. It was not necessary.

He knew he would not miss his target.

He had been trained for it since he was 8 years old, when a man dressed as a hunter had come into his class and called his name to take him out to the street to explain that his parents had died.

But they had not died of natural causes, no. They had been killed.

Iwaizumi remembered back then all those times when his mother took him to school with a jovial smile, holding his hand while telling him that everyone was the same, that there was no one better or worse for being a pure human or for being a lycanthrope. She said that hunters were wrong, that werewolves weren't bad, and that they should be treated like people, because, after all, that's what they were. Then he remembered his father and his dark and warm eyes as he repeated the same thing as his mother after telling him a story to make him sleep. They had always been against what the hunters did, and Iwaizumi was beginning to believe that they were right.

Their words played in his mind over and over again as the man told him that a pack of lycanthropes had attacked and devoured them until they left behind two unrecognizable bodies, full of cuts and bites. The pack that had attacked them was big and strong, and the alpha's son shared a class with Iwaizumi. When the man spoke the name of the boy whose pack had orphaned him, Iwaizumi knew that his parents had always been wrong.

It had been his best friend's pack, someone he trusted. And it had been his mother who had killed Iwaizumi's parents. And because of him now he was alone.

He felt betrayed and broken, and only then did Iwaizumi understand that the only way for him to get ahead himself was to ignore everything his parents had taught him.  Hunters were not the bad people. They were the saviours. The werewolves had been so close to him that he could almost feel it. It was clear that lycanthropes lured humans into their web and then killed them in cold blood like a spider draws flies into its web. That was exactly what had happened, and Iwaizumi wanted revenge.

When Iwaizumi returned to school three days later, the wolf boy had disappeared without a trace. Apparently the boy was not only a member of the pack and son of the leader, but also his status had already been shown as alpha and he was the heir. He was an established lycanthrope, an alpha, and had disappeared from the map after his mother had been killed by hunters after being captured and cruelly tortured. The rumor spread like wildfire among the other children at school, and Iwaizumi couldn't help but feel a dark glee at the knowledge that his best friend was paying for the crimes his pack had committed as werewolves.

A short time later, after being taken in by a family of hunters who helped him overcome his loss and who showed him the true faces of those monsters, Iwaizumi decided that he wanted to be a hunter. He devoted his life to learn all the techniques to track and kill those despicable beings who never quenched their thirst for blood; he learnt their weaknesses and their strengths, their way of allying themselves and the internal organization of the packs.

He soon became an expert and entered the Hunters Guild. He rose rapidly, climbing ranks with great effort, proving his worth and determination to make the world a better place. He tried to prevent humans from being killed by killing werewolves, but despite the years he had been doing it, he couldn't help but think about the irony of his actions.

Still he didn't care. He had the motivation to keep going and was proud of all that he had accomplished on his own.

He became a commander before he was 20 years old, quite a feat among hunters around the world, not just in Japan. He soon made a name for himself inbetween them. Everyone, men and women, older and younger, spoke of him with admiration and even with some envy. His career had taken off when he had first entered the battlefield because he had shown that he was always victorious, no matter how complicated his target was.