Chapter 42 CHAPTER FOURTY THREE
EMILY’S POV
Emily runs her hands through her hair, pacing as she tries to process the words coming out of Anthony’s mouth. Why was it that things hardly went her way? Huh, did she in any way offend the moon goddess?
“So what do I do?” she asked Anthony, stopping her frantic pacing.
“We are working on something, and by next month it should be ready.”
Emily breathed out in relief. She nodded her head, before sitting back down. She had three months before she would put to birth, enough time to figure out what to do.
“So, is Alpha castor my father?” Emily asked Anthony.
“Yes,” Anthony said, smiling at her.
But Alpha Castor said both Camille's body and Emily’s were burnt. Anthony simply raised his eyebrows, prompting Emily to tell him everything that had been discussed.
When she was done, Anthony stood up, walking slowly towards the diminishing fire. He added more woods to it, before dusting his hands.
Emily watched him as he started at the fire, a thoughtful look on his face.
After the fight, Anthony said, crossing his hands over his chest as he turned towards Emily. We migrated for a while, before finally finding this place. We tried to build ourselves back, after that battle, we lost a lot of our pack members.
For years we concentrated fully on building back our resources, health, and obviously this place. Occasionally Castor would go out, hunting for knowledge he likes to call it Anthony said, with a slight chuckle.
Emily hasn’t met this Castor, but with the way Anthony spoke of him, she didn’t know what to make of him yet.
It was on one of his adventures, that we found out that Camille was pregnant. We couldn’t leave her, especially with the possibility that she could give birth to someone with the same abilities as her.
We tracked her, watching her every move. Eventually, we found out about her secret research. Castor and I, contemplated and fought about it, but we finally agreed to reach out secretly to her.
Camille responded back, and thus began our secret meetings. We tried different researches, Camille giving up till the day of that incident like Alpha castor told you.
Luckily, my brother had found a doctor who could help us. We arranged everything, and on that day we set out. We got to the location we were originally supposed to meet, but Camille wasn’t there.
We set camp somewhere else, trying to reach Camille. After several tries, it became apparent that something had gone wrong.
Not too long, we heard of the attack. By the time we got there, dead guards were around, bloody scenes suggesting that serious fighting had gone down, but we didn’t find you, or Camille.
“Wait,” Emily interrupted. “Our bodies weren't there?”
Anthony sighed, before sitting down beside her. He leaned back against the couch, before placing his long legs on the center table.
“No,” apart from the guards, there was no other body. Anthony mutters. He looked towards me, before continuing his story. We went back to the camp when we knew that Alpha castor would be coming to investigate.
When we got back, we tried to recreate the scene, trying to find clues of what happened. We had retrieved bullet casings from the scene, so we knew that something else was at play.
It was obvious that someone had taken the both of you. Who, was what we had to figure out. Castor had suggested we try to shift Alpha Castor from this, and what better way than to create a diverse.
Emily gasped, ““did you kill those people, and then burnt them so everyone would think it was us?””she asked in shock.
“We didn’t kill them, they were already dead. Luckily for us, we had stumbled on a mother and child. They had died from a severe cold, their bodies frozen.”
““We had taken them to the scene of the ambush, burnt them, and then covered them with leaves. When next, Alpha Castor men came for investigation, they found the bodies and automatically assumed it was you and Camille.””
Emily leaned back against the couch, processing everything she had just learnt. It was too much, and yet still little. There were still so many missing blanks, she sighed, running her hands through her hair.
“Camille,” she says quietly, “does this mean she is still alive?”
“I believe so,” Anthony said, "we also have reason to believe she was taken by hunters.”
Emily’s eyes nearly budged out of her head at how wide it was. shock, and disbelief clear in them.
What!!!!! She sputtered out, her mind swirling.
Hunters were like a fairytale, read to them at night, to scare them into behaving. She had never met one before, and from what she had vaguely heard about them, Emily didn’t want to ever cross paths with them.
They were ruthless, and only saw Werewolves as something to be studied. If you asked Emily, she didn’t believe they existed until now.
“What do you mean Hunter’s?”she asked Anthony, confused at how nonchalant he seemed.
““Hunters have been around for as long as we have existed.”” Anthony said to her, shrugging his shoulders. We avoided them as much as we can, and the council has a contract with them.
But there are some that don’t believe in coexisting peacefully.
“How sure are you that the Hunters took Camille?” Emily asked, the memory from her dream filtering through her mind.
She had found it odd, when those gunshots rang out. There was no reason for werewolves to use guns, especially silver bullets that could hurt them too.
““The bullet casings had a well known mark of the hunters,”” Anthony said, and the silver bullet itself was odd. And besides, they love collecting rare things to study. “What is more rare than a true Alpha?”
Emily was really confused, everything she knew was crashing down on her.
But one thing was very clear.
Emily needed to find her mother, only then would she get all the answers she wanted.