As he stood behind the shelf across the library, he could see that “wolf boy,” seemed to be interested in a human female. He couldn’t help thinking to himself in disgust: Yeah, we may have to move the attack up if Alpha Treyvon's son is interested in a human. It would be a tragedy if we waited and they went as far as to reproduce. Eww..Just the idea turns my stomach.
Most of the hunters didn’t mind killing adults, but they were not keen on killing children. If they didn’t want to kill children, they certainly wouldn’t want to kill a pregnant human or an infant. Yeah, it would be better to do it sooner rather than later.
As he watched the pair, Travis smelled her neck, talked a bit, handed her an envelope, touched her hair, talked some more, and then left the library. He couldn’t help but wonder what was in that envelope. Oh well. Time would probably tell since they had been surveilling Travis for a week already and he seemed to have no clue he was being followed. What the hell kind of wolf, especially a future Alpha, doesn’t know he is being followed? Disappointing.
Part of being a hunter was the challenge, the hunt, trying not to be discovered when gathering evidence and proof ‘they’ are actually werewolves. No one wanted to kill innocent humans, so proof that the pack was a wolf pack and not just some religious cult that liked to live an out of the ordinary life style, was of the utmost importance. He continued to watch Travis until he returned to the fraternity for the night, but knew he would not be returning home to the wolf pack, until likely Friday night or Saturday morning after the football game. Travis was of course a starting, senior, wide receiver. How would this college feel if they know Travis was a werewolf and not really a human at all? No wonder he had superior skills. Like it was fair, to compare a human and a werewolf. Pffft, yeah right. He had always wondered what would happen if somehow an athlete like Travis would be injured enough to bleed substantially and a teammate somehow ingested it, would that be enough to cause them to become furry at least once a month, or would it actually take a bite? There is absolutely venom in the blood inside the werewolf's human body, but is it enough without the actual bite to transform a human? Of course not everyone who is bitten survives the transformation either. So for Travis and others like him to play sports with humans was taking a huge risk and putting those poor unsuspecting humans at risk of becoming animals as well. Xavion knew he was opinionated, but his best friend had been killed by one of those monsters. It was his life’s work to exterminate the entire werewolf race. Of course it sweetened the pot that he was paid for every life he took by his best friend’s father. Joshua Ventura may be dead, but his memory would never be forgotten. In fact, everytime Xavier killed a werewolf, he felt he was that much closer to avenging his best friend’s death, by exterminating the whole damn race of those monsters!
Xavier went home to his makeshift apartment and would be back at the surveilling of ‘Travis, the future Alpha,' tomorrow morning at 7:30 AM, since his first class was at 8AM. The boy really was easy to follow because his life consisted of college and football. Other than that, he rarely went home to his pack other than on weekends, and spent every night at the fraternity. Travis gave the term “wild animal,” a very tame definition. Thank goodness he was not the norm, or Xavier may actually feel bad about hunting these abominations.
Allison was more alert today as Susan took over her care. Her color seemed better and she no longer felt febrile. What a relief the strep had improved, the medicine must be working.Since Allie was alert, Susan started her personal cares and readied her for her bath. Allison was lucky she had a beautiful reclining bath chair that allowed her the option to saf
Travis just couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Could it be the cheerleaders always offering to take care of his ‘needs’? It could be, but this felt different somehow. It was like someone evil was watching him but he had no idea why that would happen? Everytime Travis looked around or really entertained the idea he was being watched, he didn’t see anyone there. He began to think he was just paranoid and let the idea go. Travis went to class, played football, and studied. That was the extent of his activities ach week; he didn’t party, he didn’t work, and he didn’t date. To get into medical school, he had to keep
7AM, Travis’s alarm went off and he readied himself for the day. Once his supplies were ready, he placed his back pack on his back, headed out the door, and jogged to the cafeteria for breakfast. Being an athlete and a werewolf Travis consumed huge amounts of food, especially protein, to help support muscle growth and function and keep him at his ideal weight for competition. This was the last season Travis would play college ball. He knew he would be too busy in medical school and would never pass the screenings for the NFL, because of being a werewolf. Ironically, college didn’t test for wolf DNA, but the NFL did. Travis enjoyed playing competitively but kn
Susan was in her room studying Wednesday night after work when there was a knock on her door. “Come in.”The door opened and in strode Tia. Susan looked up at her and smiled, but got a very serious look in return. “Luna, w
Susan’s dream started out like any other, but soon warped into something not quite so normal and not so enjoyable. It was a gorgeous fall afternoon. There were brightly colored leaves blowing around in the mild wind and it was still light, but getting darker by the second. Susan was walking in this field alone until she saw Travis jogging toward her in jeans and a sweatshirt; his brown, curly hair bounced across his forehead with every step. His smile was so big, the white of his smile was evident even from a distance. Susan couldn’t help but return his smile and move in his direction with open arms. As Travis reaches Susan, he wraps his arms around her, one
Allison was back to her old self and was now smiling and talking occasionally once again. Susan loved spending time with her when she was feeling well. “After supper, we will do a quick bath, and then should we go for a walk?” Susan asked Allison with an uplilit to her voice. Allison of course responded excitedly, moving her arms and legs and nodding her head. Susan couldn’t help but smile at the smiley young lady. The night flew by, and at 9PM, Susan left a sleeping Allison in the care of her mother. “It was a much better night. Hopefully she will sleep well for you. I did my best to wear her out with fun and fresh air.” Susan reporte
Susan slung her backpack over one shoulder and jogged up to her room, slamming the door. Susan began to pace back and forth, talking out loud to no one in particular, “Mates? Could Travis really be my mate? If so, would he want me?”
Susan didn’t set her alarm Saturday because for a change she didn’t need to. When she made that decision, she had no intention of sleeping until 10AM. Hopefully the extra sleep will help build her immune system as she heads into flu season. Werewolves rarely got sick, but when they did, it was often serious because not all human medicines worked on werewolves. So depending on the illness, options for treatment were limited. Pain was very difficult to treat in her kind because a wolf metabolizes medications so quickly that the relief is very short lived. Susan may be studying human medicine, but had several books she had procured throughout the years regarding