The Hunt

The Hunt-Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As soon as we reached the oak tree, Willow immediately scurried up its trunk to the top. She peeked through the leaves at the group of guys from before hesitantly. I didn't blame her; I would've done the same thing if I had kicked a guy in the crotch. Cortland had snuck away while we were busy confronting Vince, and I guessed he went inside. Willow motioned for me to come up, and I gave her a strange look.

'Get your as* up here,' She mouthed, and I sighed. I slowly began climbing up its tall trunk, almost slipping a few times. I had no clue how she got so good at climbing trees, and most werewolves had a hard time getting past the first branch. I guess we were more like dogs than we thought.

As I reached the top Willow helped me up onto a thick branch next to her. "What are we doing up here?" I asked.

"Shh. . ." Willow paused and peeked out through the leaves again. She turned back to me, "So I'm pretty positive that guy is the beta's son. And I just kicked him in the crotch." Willow was nervous, and I could tell by the way her voice stuttered.

"Yeah . . . I was there the whole time." I frowned slightly. What was she getting at?

"You don't get it Destiny! He could tell his father, who could tell the Alpha, who could then punish my family!" She was whispering loudly, but quiet enough so no one could eavesdrop.

"Oh . . . he wouldn't." Would he? The punishment could range from mild to severe, but this seemed pretty mild. No matter the case, it was still a slight offence to the pack. Fighting was allowed to some degree. Fighting with words was acceptable to a point, but fighting with physical contact was a no-no. There was a guy a few years back that killed another pack member. Long-story-short, he was sentenced to death.

We were interrupted by the shouting of someone at the bottom of the tree. Willow tried to climb up higher, but the branches were too thin to hold her and she ended up back on her original branch. I climbed down a few branches to see who it was, and to my luck there was Vince. His friends we clustered behind him, and they all wore a scowl.

"Get down here or we'll pry you off the tree ourselves." Vince growled. I could tell by the way his eyes were flashing a different color every few seconds that we should listen to him.

I nudged Willow, but she shook her head. "Willow, I think we should listen to him," I whispered, but he heard me.

"You know, you should really listen to your friend. Jasper doesn't play nice when provoked." He smirked. His wolf must've been named Jasper. . .

Willow gulped. If she stayed up here she would have to deal with Jasper, but if she went down she was basically offering herself to the enemy. I knew Willow enough to know that giving up wasn't an option for her. I pulled myself back up to the branch near her, and looked down at them with narrowed eyes.

Vince's eyes had completely changed color now. The grey eyes of Jasper mixed with the blue eyes of Vince. That was a sure sign that his wolf had completely taken over. "I gave you your chance." He growled. Vince's voice had become gravely and rough.

His friends stood back; they were slightly shocked, but retained their stance. Vince grabbed onto the first branch and hoisted himself up. He grabbed onto branches and climbed, bringing himself a few feet closer to us each time. More than once he almost lost his grip or footing, and stumbled slightly. When he was a little more than five feet below us, I started getting nervous. We had no freaking clue what his wolf was capable of, and honestly, I didn't want to know. Since Vince had already been claimed by Jasper he had the ability to heal quickly. Willow and I, on the other hand, had not found ours yet. We had no superhuman strength, no fast healing, and no wolf. Man, we should've thought this through.