Chapter 12

He was the ultimate Hunter. He could hunt anything that moved. It did not matter if it was a badger to a full grown man. It did not matter. It only mattered that it was still alive when he started to feed on its flesh. The warm blood sticking to his fur as he ate the creature alive. He no longer gave in to those desires much anymore. Not when he had meet the Guardians.

The Guardians were a strange tribe. A tribe that he felt that he belonged to be a part of. He and the Guardians had not meet on the kindest ways. He had been drawing in too much attention with him attacking humans who had camped in the forest. The Guardians had been called in by UNIT to deal with him. They were supposed to kill him but they had decided against that. It had taken them many months to bring his mind back to some humanity back to him. It had been enough to bring him back from the monster that he had become. It didn't help that he remembered all the humans and creatures that he had killed in order for him to keep alive.

He remembered when Nightshade had approached him. She didn't carry any weapons and she had come alone. That was a sign that he knew from memories before he was a monster that she wanted to talk. That was what she had done. She had explained everything. She had explained who and what she was to him. She had explained about the Night Wars when it had seen Supernatural creatures fighting either alongside mankind or against them. He remembered that she had asked him if he wanted to join them. She didn't force him to do anything. They had given him a room in one of their bases as he thought over what he was going to do. He had not eaten for a week when he had emerged from his room with his answer.

He had found Nightshade in one of the main libraries of the base that they were in. He remembered that Nightshade was reading a book when he had silently walked in. He had once been a hunter of Hunters but he couldn't sneak up on her. He had told her that he was going to join their tribe. He had then fought alongside them all during the Night Wars until it ended with the new Code being formed which created a law that humans and supernatural creatures followed. It was still followed by many but in time it was forgotten.

He had began as a enforcer in a way to make sure that the supernatural beings followed the Code that had been set in stone. Sure that meant that he would get really close to Hunters. Many times Hunters didn't even know he was there while they dealt with the issue at hand. But there was sometimes that a Hunter got lucky and sensed that he was around. Many of the time that he is sensed by a Hunter it is when they are hunting another Wendigo or a Skincrawler at the time. Many of the times that he is detected it was by the really good ones. The ones that had lasted many years where the ones that had lived for many years.

That was what has happened. He had been close to Blithe Hallow while Julian was within the towns limits. He had been wondering why Wendigos and other supernatural creatures where heading towards Blithe Hallow. Too bad he was not the only one who had noticed it. Keeping to the shadows of the forest he watched as they all headed to Blithe Hallow. Many of them had were his allies and they had told him that they were going to find out what was happening and why an Anubid of all things had summoned them to the town of the Blithe Hallow Witch.

He had been keeping to the shadows when he had been spotted. He had heard the Winchester's car before he had seen it. The V8 engine had been so loud in his ears that he couldn't get the sound out of his ears. Then another car had appeared. This one younger the Winchesters famous black car but it was not in the best condition. He could hear that the car was close to death. He knew that it didn't have many miles left, and he had Nightshade to blame for him knowing about car engines for her transforming abilities and her love for cars. He thought he had been hiding but the man within the older car had somehow known that he was there.

He had been too busy watching the Winchesters as they approached Julian's location and ready to give the Ghost-Werewolf aid encase things went south. He wasn't needed at the Inn Julian's spy years kept him alive and alert as he spoke with the two brothers while also making sure that they didn't find out that he was a Werewolf plus a Ghost and also keeping the teenagers alive. That was something he had not expected from Julian. Julian was a prankster and enjoyed to cause hell for people as he worked on his missions. Many times it was always Edward who got the brunt of the pranks, but sometimes he and Nightshade got it.

The shotgun had gone off just as a clash of thunder had torn the sky above Blithe Hallow. Julian had not heard the shotgun going off and the attack smashing into his flank. The shrapnel had just missed his vital organs but it still hurt so much that he had bellowed into the sky. Before he knew it the old Hunter was on top of him. The old Hunter was much older than the two brothers who were with Julian at the moment, but he was just as fast as them.

In an instant he had fled the scene. He heard the Impala's V8 coming to life followed by Julian's Aston Martin's Supercharger V8 jumping to life. The main sounds that he was focusing on was the Hunter that was tracking him. He had been quick to get to the trees and get to higher ground, but the wound from the shotgun shot was slowing him down greatly. He knew that he would need to return to one of the many bases that UNIT has all around the world. He would rather go to the one in London, the team there was more use to supernatural beings and they were not afraid to scold them. He knew that Osgood and Bonnie would be in his face for getting shot at

"Come on out monster! I know you are here!" the gruff voice of the Hunter roared from down on the forest ground. A twig snapped under his booted foot.

"I am not an enemy, Hunter!" he shouted with his own gruff voice. He used the skills that all Wendigos had to through his voice and to confuse the Hunter for another few seconds. A few seconds would be all he needed to move further away from the Hunter who had come with the Winchesters.

The Hunter on the ground huffed at his words. "You're smart I'll give you that! But your just saying what you want me to think, Wendigo!" the Hunter shouted far below on the ground. He could see that the man was keeping the weapon close to him and was ready to fire at any second.

He knew that the shotgun wouldn't do much against him. The only thing that could cause really damage was a flamethrower. The shotgun would cause him physical pain that will last for a few days if not hours. Right now he could feel the wound was already healing. The flesh was quick to knit itself back together. Healing was always painful. It didn't matter what the injury was but it was always sore as quick healing came in force. He should be use to it by now. He had been a monster for a good century before the others had found him. In those years of being a mindless monster he had been hurt be the humans and the other creatures that he had hunted. After his kills he would remain in the old shack that he had his as he healed before he went back out to get more food. That was stopped when he had meet Nightshade and Julian. They had brought back his humanity and then had taught him basic medical needs, but right now he could not do anything to slow the bleeding down but keep an oversized clawed hand over the shotgun wound.

"You really think that I am mimicking human sounds? You really don't know what is going on around you? Have you not seen the sky Hunter are you too focused in hunting me that you have not noticed green lightning?" he asked looking down at the man with the old baseball cap on his head. His eyes then caught movement and he noticed a few creatures stalking towards the Hunter.

Rolling his yellowed eyes in his dark eyesockets he dropped in front of the Hunter. The Hunter jumped back at the sudden movement that he had done. He froze for a brief second and that allowed him to glare at the creatures that suddenly appeared from the dark forest. Their claws and teeth were bared at the Wendigo and the Hunter. But they were not prepared for the Wendigo to stand in front of the Hunter. The Hunter was not prepared for it either.

Antlers and sharp claws ripped the creatures apart. The lifeless bodies of the creatures dropped at his feet as he towered above them in all eight feet glory.

"What is going on here?" the Hunter asked as he kept his shotgun focused on him. "Why did you kill those things rather than me?" the Hunter asked as the Wendigo, that was not like any others walked up towards him.

Yellow eyes focused on the small Hunter, who in his own right was a tall man but when he was standing in front of the Wendigo he was just a child standing before a small child. "Like I said we are not enemies Hunter! We are allies against a common foe-" he began to say only for a heart piercing howl to screech through the air. "My name is Black Horn and I am one of the Guardians, who have pledged to defend all and right now my teammate has bitten more than he can chew!" Black Horn said as he looked down at the old man.

"And what is it that your teammate is doing in this small town?" the Hunter asked keeping his shotgun ready just in case it was needed.

Black Horn placed an oversized clawed hand onto the shotgun. "We both now that that toy is not going to do any damage to me! So why not put it away and we can talk like civil creatures!" he said pushing the shotgun until the barrel was facing the ground.

The Hunter grumbled something under his breathe. "I know I look like a mindless monster but my mind is not! I am here as backup for my teammate who has come to Blithe Hallow to find out what has been happening to the town and to protect a teenager with abilities that can give our enemy an advantage in this war!" Black Horn explained to the Hunter.

"So monsters protect teenagers now? What's next?"

"We are fighting against Seth the Ancient Egyptian God of Chaos!" Black Horn simply told the Hunter before he started to walk in the direction of the howling. He stopped dead when the Hunter stepped in his path. "What now?" he asked as his ears pinned to the back of his head. This Hunter was getting in his way. If Julian was howling like a drunk wolf to the moon it was not a good thing. He knew that the Werewolf can take care of himself, but when he stared to howl that was a bad sign.

"If you have more questions I will answer them later but now I need to go and help a big stupid mutt!" he said to the Hunter.

"I'm coming with you!" the Hunter said and started to follow the howling from the Werewolf. "By the way Black Horn my name is Bobby Singer! I only think it is fair that you know my name since I know yours"