Hunted by Moonlight

Should I make more books after this?

  • Yes.

    Votes: 9 81.8%
  • No.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Probably.

    Votes: 2 18.2%

  • Total voters
    11
  • Poll closed .
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Ch.19
I felt guilty for leaving Amy behind like that, but she chose to stay in the den and I wasn’t going to be the one to make her come along.
She would probably be asleep when we got back because, as I looked through the trees I could see the sun disappear.
It was getting dark, but the light was still reflecting off the clouds.
I estimated we had about fourty-five minutes til it was completely dark outside.
The moon would be out soon, so I would find out if I had the eyes of a wolf too.
There was silence for a few minutes, and as I looked around me, at how the rest of the pack held each other’s gazes at certain times, they were mind-messaging.
They would occasionally look at me as if to say join in, but I just acted as if I hadn’t seen it.
At one point I looked up to see my mom looking urgingly at my dad, and then felt him run into me.
I looked at him, and he smiled.
I knew it was just a ploy to get me into the conversation, but I entered anyway.
“Whay did you do that?” I mind-messaged.
“Finally!” My parents mind-sighed.
“We were going over hunting strategies…” Mrs.Samson said.
“Boooring. You guys are way too uptight! Just run after it and catch it…” They all looked at me, “Well.. You should…”
After that there was silence.
They must have realized I was right, so I tuned out of the mental conversation.
Minutes passed before I saw the slightest ear twitch on any of them.
Garry stopped suddenly, and the rest of us followed suit.
I smelled something unfamiliar.
My head tingled, and I didn’t even have to answer the message to hear it this time.
“I believe that’s a rabbit.” It was dad.
“Ok.”
As the grownups stalked off into the woods. I stood still thinking that if it ran this way I could catch it.
I heard the loud crunching of an animal being pursued through wet leaves.
I watched as Amy’s parents chased the small animal through the brush.
It was indeed a rabbit, and it was so cute! I couldn’t bear to watch it be killed, so I turned away.
A few minutes later the noise had stopped.
I heard all of them walking toward me.
They had all come back empty-handed, “Lena, why aren’t you helping?”
“ I can’t.”
“Whaddya mean?”
My stomach was growling, but I ignored it, “Its too cute to- I can’t kill it,” I looked at them all, “Sorry.”
“No. We’re sorry for leaving all the food.” Mom said, turning to the rest of them, “We’re absolutely sure that there’s no way to find food other than this?’
No one answered. They were all thinking about it.
Finally Garry spoke up, “There may be a way…,” he paused, I guessed for dramatic effect, “ Isn’t there another refuge around here? Maybe they have food there… or we could find a diner? I doubt that the hunters would be searching for us in a diner…”
“You’re probably right, but can we take that chance?”
I spoke up, “Of course we can take that chance! We can’t just stay here and kill cute little bunnies. Especially not in a game reserve…”
“Well then we’ll have to leave for the refuge tonight. We’ll stop at a diner on the way.”
We ran back to the den and got Amy and Dancer, changed back- taking turns in the den- and piled into the truck once again.
Dad drove and it didn’t take long to find a diner.
We all ran inside and sat at a table before the waitress even had a chance to say a word.
“Can we have some menus?” Garry asked ,cutting off her sentence before it began, “We’re sort of in a hurry…”
When we all got our menus, we picked the first food that sounded good to us, and ordered. My meal was huge, but I wolfed it down quickly-no pun intended.
We were still hungry, so Amy and I got another of the same meal, and Garry & our parents got dessert, which at the moment didn’t sound so good.
Amy couldn’t finish all of her meal, so we asked for a doggy bag, then paid for it all in cash- which surprised me - and ran back out to the truck where Dancer was waiting.
I fed her the food from the doggy bag,and then buckled up again, and we left for the next refuge place.
It only took about thirty minutes to get there, but all I could think about was if Dancer had had enough to eat… was a thick slice of ham enough to make up for this long?
She seemed content, so I didn’t worry about it much longer.
“Get out. We’re here,” Mrs. Samson said when the car stopped.
I looked out the window as I unbuckled. It was completely dark out now, and as my eyes began to adjust to the lack of light, I realized that I had my answer about our eyes.
I got out, and by the time we got to the refuge cabin, I could see as well as if the sun was still on the horizon.
I looked up at the moon -it was full -, and right at that moment felt a pain as if I were changing, but Garry knocked me down, and the pain went away, “Don’t look up at the moon. That’s one of the only truths in the human legends. If we see it while it’s full we have to change, and you can’t change back until the sun comes out!”
“Sorry.” I said, embarrassed.
“Don’t be. You didn’t know, but now you do, so don’t do that unless you absolutely have to.”
“Okay…When will I have to?”
“Lets hope you won’t.”
We walked the rest of the way to the refuge cabin in silence.
This time there was no hidden den. Just a bunch of rooms.
There were dog beds in the closets, but we all decided that tonight we would sleep in our… human forms.
We were tired and had full stomachs, and I immediately went to my assigned room with Dancer following, and tucked in. Dancer curled up on top of the sheets at my feet.
I had gone to sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
 

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