Chapter 140: Chapter 140
On the other hand, his mate was thrilled when she saw him again, the first time he had seen her he took off running before she could even ask his name. So he got to know her, told her he used to be a hunter and all of the wrong things they had told him about wolves. She didn’t mind, she told him she didn’t care what he was, he was her mate and hunters were wrong. Werewolves weren’t barbarians.
They fell in love and he adored her so much but then one day, while he was at their secret hide out, waiting for her to come, The hunters had attacked.
Apparently they had planned on attacking that pack for a while now. By the time he reached the pack house he had found most of the pack dead or kidnapped and after he searched the whole place for any sign of his mate. He found her lying in a pool of her own blood, dead.
It had destroyed him.
And now here he was, a year after her death, with the sole purpose of trying to find a way to help werewolves and end hunters.
"Uncle Dan" One of the hunters’ small kids, Brett, had ran into him as soon as he arrived at the house. Brett’s father was their leader and he never took care of his son. Not since his wife died. Brett was 7 years old with a heart of gold. "I have something to tell you" he whispered "But it’s a secret"
"What is it, kid?" Dan asked and Brett leaned closer till he could whisper in his ear "Today I went to the basement. You know, where dad says no one is allowed to go to, even you. And I heard something"
"What did you hear?" Dan asked intrigued. Carl, their leader, rarely kept secrets from him. But the basement was a place even he wasn’t allowed to go to.
"I heard a little girl crying"
And that was what made Dan go to the basement. All the werewolves being experimented on had a file and Dan had already looked through them all. The experiments hadn’t worked and all the wolves were dead, except for one. He walked to the last cell and looked into it. At first glance you would think it was empty. But if you look close enough, at the dark corner you would see a small shaking figure.
Wolf 376 was a five year old girl. from her file, he had seen that she was taken from her parents when she was only a few months old, after an attack on her pack. She had been living here ever since, experimented on everyday. Apparently they’re trying to see if the experiments would work before a wolf’s first shift. But they had no way of knowing if it was true till the girl reached the age of thirteen, the time for her change.
Dan felt his heart break for the little girl. He looked around, knowing there was no way he would be caught if he went in the cell. All the hunters and Carl had gone to training. So he opened the cell and walked in, towards the whimpering figure.
"hey, little girl" he said in a voice he hoped sounded reassuring. The girl squeaked and cowered in the corner "I’m not going to hurt you, okay? My name is Dan, I’m here to help." He wanted to help her escape but he knew they’d find him anywhere he hid.
The five year old finally looked at him, her face partially shown in the light and he winced at the black bruise on her cheek. "I’ll help you from now on, okay? Can you understand me?"
The little girl nodded. She understood what he was saying but couldn’t reply, words were hard for her to say since the bad people usually just told her what to do, and it took a while for her to even understand what they were saying to her, and a lot of beatings.
"Why is she here, uncle?" He heard Brett say and he turned in surprise. He had told Brett not to follow him. "Why is her face hurt?" He didn’t know anything yet. All kids were told everything at the age of eleven.
The girl retreated hastily to the corner again and Dan turned to Brett "I’ll explain to you if you promise never to come down here again. If your dad catches you, you can hurt me, her, and yourself. Understand?"
"Okay"
Dan looked back at the little girl and it tore his heart to have to leave. But he had to before the others came back. He left with Brett and took him to his room. As soon as Brett sat down he knew he had to tell him everything he knew. Maybe then, when he’d reach eleven and learn about werewolves, he wouldn’t become a monster like the others.
Brett listened intently, eyes wide with childlike innocence. He always loved his Uncle Dan because he always treated him good and nicely, not like his father. His father always told him to ’grow up and be a man’ and not be disappointment. He felt bad for the little girl in the basement. Uncle Dan said she was five, which meant he was two years older than her.
"You can’t go down there, Brett, okay? I’ll take care of her, I promise. But don’t go down there." Brett nodded but knew he wouldn’t listen. He would just be careful so his dad doesn’t catch him. He knew his dad never got home till two days after all the other men came back. But no one knew this because his dad was good at hiding.