Mc Tavish the Hunter: Chapter Three

**Warning may be slight limes in later chapters**

A.N. I'm so sorry, I try to update every Sunday but have been really busy lately. I have all of these ideas jumbled up in my head and just can't make any sense of it. Any way I hope you will enjoy chapter three sorry it's nearly a week late. And Villain 84, thank you, for being my latest reviewer!

Chapter Three: CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!

Looking to his left Edward saw another wolf, but this wolf was nearly completely white, with a tone of silver. Sleeping next to her was another wolf that had a near reddish-brownish coat. Mc Tavish stood with his mouth agape by several inches as the full moon shone a beam of light onto the white wolf.

His brain was working like clockwork.

'That's unusual, especially in these parts. I bet her coat would fetch a pretty penny on the market.' He closed his mouth and looked back at the grey alpha wolf he was supposed to kill. 'But I need to regain my reputation among the hunting community. It all comes down to pride or greed... I have no idea who could choose between those choices.'

He decided to take a breather and stepped outside. He pulled out his trusty cell phone and started too sifted through the contacts for the guy he was looking for. Once he was found, Mc Tavish pressed dial.

"Hello?"

"Who's there?" replied a muffled voice.

"Mc Tavish."

"Oh! Mc Tavish, I should have realised we were due a talk. What will it be?" yet again spoke the muffled voice.

"I need a query on a wolfs certain coat colour." Mc Tavish Asked.

"Ok, what about it?"

"How much I could sell it on the black market."

"Oh, business as usual I see, I'm going to need the colour and rough age."

"Ok." Mc Tavish then proceeded to get out a tape measure and, without placing on the wolf, measured its precise dimensions. He pulled out a blood stained piece of cad with a fur colour chart on it. He then walked outside and picked up his call.

"She is about four by my measurements and the chart says her coat is 'silver midnight'."

"Right, where is that on the graph?" replied the muffled voice.

"Third from the bottom."

"Ok and where are you?"

"South West Canada, Jasper Park to be precise."

Well, on the Black Market that pelt is worth..."

Back inside the den, if you were awake, you could hear Edwards's cries of glee ant the price of which he had just herd.

Hanging up Edward walks back in to the den and re-draws his knife. He still had to be sure of his decision. 'On one hand, I'll get more money than I would with five common wolfs, on the other, my reputation could be gone forever.

Stowing away his knife he brought out a tranquilizer dart and moved towards the silver wolf. He then gently gabbed it in her left hind leg. As Edward unfurled his net he could hear the effects the drug was having, the wolf hummed gently in her sleep for about 30 seconds before giving a small howl and fainting till morning. Mc Tavish then pulled her into the net and secured it at the top.

As he was leaving the wolf that his prize was sleeping with awoke groggily. He looked up at Edward and saw Lilly in a net slung over his back. The professional hunter gently put down the net and as Garth was about to growl, he quickly pulled out his shot gun and pointed it at the net.

Garth, unable to anything, including communicate with the intruder stared on helplessly as the man walked towards him with a gun in his left hand pointing at his beloved, and a dart out stretched in his right towards him.

He stared up at the man as he lent down beside him, the gun now positioned so that he would be able to see every gruesome detail if it were fired. He slowly pushed the tip of the dart into Garth's skin. The last thing he saw was a colourful image of the hunter carrying away Lilly on his back with the shot gun still pointed at her fragile little face.

!"£$%^&*()

Back at the bar the stranger had remover his coat and jacket, un tucked his shirt and had his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He was currently leaning back on a chair down in the bar with a mug of beer twice the size of his head. Whilst he was drinking, and spilling most of it down his neck the burley men could be heard shouting "CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!"

He swung back forward slamming the mug on the table and wiping his mouth with his drink soaked sleeve that was already missing a cufflink. This of course earned a round of cheers from everyone in the bar, including the bartender.

His phone started to ring. His limp arm reached and answered the phone.

"What you want?" He asked in all his drunkenness.

"It's Mc Tavish, are you the Judge?"

"Yes who is you?"

"Uh, Edward Mc Tavish."

"Oh yeah, your that bloke from island?"

"No, Scotland, are you ok?"

"Well yeah, best I've been since right now!"

"Well..." Started Mc Tavish "...I wanted to tell you that I've been to Jasper."

"Why would you go there I heard it's a dump?"

"Are you sure you're ok? you sound a little off."

""I'm fine; I'm just havin a drink with my new best friends, Sam and Mick."

As the Stranger said this, the two men shouted something inaudible through the phone be before the drunken man walked up to the bar and ordered another mug.

"I see my friends have you busy, I'll ring in the morning."

"Bye." replied the stranger.

Not 20 seconds later did Sam and Mike grab both his arms and lay him face up on a table, before dragging him along another six tables whilst the men poured their beer down his throat.

!"£$%^&*()

Mc Tavish continued to ride Eastwards, into the soon be rising sun. He could see bright skies ahead.

!"£$%^&*()

Back in Jasper, Eve awoke with a growl...

A.N. Again I'm so sorry for not updating sooner, from now on I'll try my best to update every Sunday, You are all FREE to nag me if I don't. Anyway, please Read and Review!

Thanks to a recent review from Villan84, I fixed what you said and hope to have the next chapter up shortly!