Rose was confused. Hurt her? Why would Peter hurt her? The confusion showed in her voice.
"Peter wouldn't ever hurt me, he's my twin. He wanted to prove to the other adults that he is an adult as well so he went after the killer all by himself instead of telling our alpha. If the PI hadn't found out who the marksman shooting members of our pack was that same night we wouldn't have found Peter as fast as we did."
She breathed in deeply, then out again.
"The moment I knew where Peter went I changed form and ran after him, followed closely by the friend of our pack who had brought the PI to us. As he isn't quite human, he managed to follow me - barely."
She wasn't about to reveal Henry's name or his true nature. Just because Raphael had accepted her didn't mean he would accept a vampire.
"We made it to the barn and I caught my twin's scent and just sprang. I would have ended up in one of the poisoned traps Mark Williams had hidden under false floor if our friend hadn't tackled me and shielded me from the impact with his body. We rolled over the floor and barely managed to avoid the traps.
Storm - my brother in his fur form - lay on a table and Mark Williams stood in front of it, covered in an apron and holding a knife in his hand. I managed to squirm out of the hold of our friend and attacked, but before I could close my jaws around Williams' throat our friend grabbed me again. We fought, me trying to get free, him trying to get through to me, to tell me that Storm was still alive. I stopped struggling when I finally understood the words and our friend commanded me to stay put."
And she had felt so helpless, trembling with the need to get to her twin and still unable to disobey Henry.
"Then others arrived. Uncle Stuart and the cop who's a friend of the PI and then Carl Biehn, the one who had shot members of our pack. Carl Biehn was one of our nieghbours and up until some years ago he came over to our farm regularly. You see, he was very religious and he always tried to save our souls - we aren't baptised and we don't go to church, you know? We were all so fed up with it but he wouldn't stop. One day, the twins - well, the other twins, my younger cousins Marie and Jennifer - were about six or seven, he came over again and he talked to the girls, telling them about hell, scaring them so badly they started to howl. Uncle Stuart chased Mr. Biehn from our property and if it hadn't been for Aunt Nadine he most probably would have changed form and attacked. I mean, you just don't do that to cubs. Jennifer had nightmares about his God for months.
And some day he must have found out about our true nature. When he arrived at the barn he started questioning his nephew, Mark Williams, about what was going on and they kept calling us the devil's creatures, satan's minions, claiming that killing us was 'doing the Lord's work'. While Mr. Biehn seemed to be satisfied by just doing something his God wanted him to do, his nephew wanted our pelts, to sell them. In the end, that was what worked to our favour as they were arguing and Mr. Biehn decided not to help his nephew."
Another deep breath in and a slow exhalation.
"When Williams realized his uncle wouldn't help him, he brought his shotgun around to shoot Mr. Biehn. I can't tell you why I did it, it must have been instinct, but I, still in fur form, just sprang, hitting Mr. Biehn squarely in the chest with my front paws so we both went down and the shot hit neither of us. In the meantime our friend managed to push Williams back until he stepped into one of his own poisoned traps and died. Him only being human meant the poison worked much faster in his body.
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"Peter wouldn't ever hurt me, he's my twin. He wanted to prove to the other adults that he is an adult as well so he went after the killer all by himself instead of telling our alpha. If the PI hadn't found out who the marksman shooting members of our pack was that same night we wouldn't have found Peter as fast as we did."
She breathed in deeply, then out again.
"The moment I knew where Peter went I changed form and ran after him, followed closely by the friend of our pack who had brought the PI to us. As he isn't quite human, he managed to follow me - barely."
She wasn't about to reveal Henry's name or his true nature. Just because Raphael had accepted her didn't mean he would accept a vampire.
"We made it to the barn and I caught my twin's scent and just sprang. I would have ended up in one of the poisoned traps Mark Williams had hidden under false floor if our friend hadn't tackled me and shielded me from the impact with his body. We rolled over the floor and barely managed to avoid the traps.
Storm - my brother in his fur form - lay on a table and Mark Williams stood in front of it, covered in an apron and holding a knife in his hand. I managed to squirm out of the hold of our friend and attacked, but before I could close my jaws around Williams' throat our friend grabbed me again. We fought, me trying to get free, him trying to get through to me, to tell me that Storm was still alive. I stopped struggling when I finally understood the words and our friend commanded me to stay put."
And she had felt so helpless, trembling with the need to get to her twin and still unable to disobey Henry.
"Then others arrived. Uncle Stuart and the cop who's a friend of the PI and then Carl Biehn, the one who had shot members of our pack. Carl Biehn was one of our nieghbours and up until some years ago he came over to our farm regularly. You see, he was very religious and he always tried to save our souls - we aren't baptised and we don't go to church, you know? We were all so fed up with it but he wouldn't stop. One day, the twins - well, the other twins, my younger cousins Marie and Jennifer - were about six or seven, he came over again and he talked to the girls, telling them about hell, scaring them so badly they started to howl. Uncle Stuart chased Mr. Biehn from our property and if it hadn't been for Aunt Nadine he most probably would have changed form and attacked. I mean, you just don't do that to cubs. Jennifer had nightmares about his God for months.
And some day he must have found out about our true nature. When he arrived at the barn he started questioning his nephew, Mark Williams, about what was going on and they kept calling us the devil's creatures, satan's minions, claiming that killing us was 'doing the Lord's work'. While Mr. Biehn seemed to be satisfied by just doing something his God wanted him to do, his nephew wanted our pelts, to sell them. In the end, that was what worked to our favour as they were arguing and Mr. Biehn decided not to help his nephew."
Another deep breath in and a slow exhalation.
"When Williams realized his uncle wouldn't help him, he brought his shotgun around to shoot Mr. Biehn. I can't tell you why I did it, it must have been instinct, but I, still in fur form, just sprang, hitting Mr. Biehn squarely in the chest with my front paws so we both went down and the shot hit neither of us. In the meantime our friend managed to push Williams back until he stepped into one of his own poisoned traps and died. Him only being human meant the poison worked much faster in his body.