Ok the purpose of this chapter is to give you more of an insight on the abilities and motives of Peter and the other werewolves. This is from Peter's point of view. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 54 – Peter POV
The night, my favorite time of day. The mornings and afternoons drag on when you are stuck in a pitiful body that has no defenses. In the night I can be myself, in my true form.
I stepped out of the abandoned cabin at dusk, eagerly awaiting the rising of the moon. Andrea, my mate, stepped out and took her place beside me. I delicately wrapped an arm around her waist, and she mine. The others were coming out of the surrounding cabins, ready to greet the darkness like a long lost friend. It was sheer luck that we happened across this abandoned camp ground, it proved helpful in housing my growing pack.
A cheer rang out from some of the pups on the east side of the camp as the sun dipped below the horizon, filling the woods with a purple glow. I removed my arm from Andrea's waist and took a small breath, joining together my energy to transform my shape. I welcomed the familiar sting as my body morphed, laughed at the pain, for its attempts to stop me were futile. We were under a full moon, and our strengths were the strongest.
Opening my eyes I gazed at the world from my new perspective, the woods were no longer dark, but nearly as light as day. I could make out every vein on the leaves on the other side of the camp. My sense of smell was stronger and I could smell the sweet aroma of a herd of deer, five miles to the north. Small shivers went through my body as my pack morphed around me. The last to phase were the pups, for they still needed the full moon to change their appearances. There were twelve of us total, and by the end of the night there would be thirteen, the magic number. The pups did not have the gained patience needed for pack life so it took us twice as long to build the number up, they kept killing each other. But I had no problem with that, it was just the natural way of straining out the weakest links.
Andrea was fully phased next to me and she let out a haughty laugh. He fur was a sleek sliver, almost white. It shimmered under the full moon, enhancing her beauty. "Shall we move out?" She asked in her new voice, light and strong.
I smiled, exposing my fangs. "We shall. Ray." I called. Turning to the left I found my second in command briskly approaching. He lifted his chin in submission, exposing his throat, as he neared me.
"Shall I work with the newborns tonight?" He asked, his muscular shoulders quivered in anticipation.
I nodded. "Yes. Andrea and I will collect our last member tonight for tonight is when the moon is at its brightest."
Ray grinned. "Happy hunting."
Andrea and I dropped to all fours and galloped away, tails waving as a banner behind us. Our limbs stretched to full extent as we covered ground at speed that could rival that of a jet. Our speed was faster than that of our enemies, the children of the night, vampires. I shuddered at the name. It was bad enough the wiped us to near extinction but now they were using us as their slaves.
My mind flashed back to the night I first became enslaved. It was two months ago, a trio of leeches came to Andrea and me in our lands up north. They gave us two options, either agree to cooperate with them, or they would kill Andrea. Of course I choose to cooperate, I couldn't live without my mate. They wanted us to eliminate a coven near Forks, Washington who proved deadly to the rest of society, fugitives one called them. They promised us that thirteen children of the moon would easily destroy them as long as we had surprise on our side. I saw no way for our cover to be blown until we were on our way to fight them, we were far outside their hunting range.
Anxiety bit at my stomach. What about the one that got away? I remembered him clearly, strong, tall, fur of mahogany tint, and as independent and stubborn as a mule on Sunday. He was the only newborn who rejected his change, but I saw no reason for him to contact the Forks coven. I needed to stop worrying about it. The sooner we gathered thirteen the sooner I could dispose of them and be back to the Yukon.
We were about five miles outside of Yakima when we came across his scent. I sighed with relief, I needed more males. We slowed our pace and trotted silently through the brush, never stirring a leaf or twig. We rose on two legs as we slowed, then we spotted him. We were on a rural road, his truck had broken down. He had the hood up and steam hissed from the contents. He backed away for a second to breath, swatting away the fog with his hand. He was around 25, large and strong, undoubtedly a perfect addition to our growing pack. I glanced at Andrea, her eyes were transfixed on him, jaw set. I let out a small huff, she nodded. I crept closer to the stranded man.
I lowered to four legs again, getting a better position to spring. I watched intently as he removed his ball cap and rubbed sweat from his eyes, his face was smudged with dirt and grime. I set back on my hind legs, preparing to spring forward at the right moment. I felt my instincts taking over, controlling my mind. He was my prey and I was the predator. He reset his hat and crossed his arms, exposing his neck. I sprang, jaws exposed. He never saw it coming.
I'll return to Leah's POV in the next chapter.