The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

He was about releasing it when a big grey wolf, thrice the size of normal size of wolves, leaped on him, snarling and growling atop him.

Timothy struggled with pushing the wolf from him. The wolf didn’t seem to want to hurt him but buying time till the doe escaped.

He stretched his hands to take out another silver head arrow and stabbed it on the wolf’s neck. Causing it to yelped in pain.

It rushed away from him to behind a tree. Timothy was still panting heavily, it seemed like his life had flashed in front of him.

He took his arrow and walked towards the tree, hoping to kill the wolf since he lost the doe. How could that thing be that big?

He saw it but then his mouth dropped. Sprawling in front of him was a naked haired man with his silver arrow buried on his neck.

He didn’t know whether to rush and help or run away at a creature that turned from wolf to man. It could only be a wolfman.

Not wanting blood stained on him, or some vengeful creature after him. He helped take out the arrow, pouring some raw garlic to the wound.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t you are this” he mouthed. He didn’t know if that sounded like an apology.

He bandaged the neck but it wasn’t enough as the man kept on bleeding. His eyes we’re barely open.

Timothy sighed. What would a wolfman be doing at their forest close to humans? Why must he be the one to see it?

“Is there anyone I can call for you…” he asked.

“Silver. That was silver..?” were the words the man mumbled.

Timothy raised the arrow and nodded. The man grunted and tears fell from his eyes, “I’m dead”.

Timothy wanted to believe the man was being dramatic but soon his heart beat reduced.

“Sir. Are you there? Who can I call for you?” Timothy slapped the man’s face gently.

“Jackson, where are you? Let’s go find her” was the answer Timothy heard. It surely didn’t come from the almost dying wolfman besides him.

He stood up, his eyes landed on the man’s organ and he drifted his eyes away. What would someone think seeing him besides a dying naked man?

He wasn’t certain if the man would die but he covered his lower body with leave.

“Jackson, let’s go look for Margaret. I’m not playing with you. If something happens to my sister, I’d skin you alive”.

Wasn’t that…? Timothy peeked through the trees. Wasn’t that his youngest cousin Lydia? They were really in the forest.

“Jackson!” she thundered again, stomping her foot. The effect was hard so she rubbed the leg.

Timothy looked at the wolfman, who had stopped breathing besides him, and then at Lydia.

Did she know this man? Well, she could but did she know he was a wolfman. He made himself visible, waiting for her to recognize him.

“Jackson?” she started coming closer but stopped feet away, “Timothy? What? Timothy what are you doing here?”.

It didn’t exactly sound as excited as Timothy thought his cousins would be when they saw him but at least it had surprise.

She hurried towards him and Timothy tried covering the gap so she wouldn’t come close enough to see the half dead wolfman.

That wolfman still worried him but he couldn’t do anything. Human medications may not work for those creatures.

“Did you come looking for us?” her hands enveloped him, he hugged her back, he noticed a scratch on her legs and released her.

“I think I killed someone but it’s hard to explain” he took her to Jackson and searched her face for an expression.

Fear and shock. Then anger.

“You shot him with your arrow. Why are you going hunting here? Isn’t this place Forbidden for you people?” she pointed and shouted.

Timothy wasn’t getting it? So she knew he must have been hunting to have shot down a human being. Meaning she knew it was a wolfman.

“I came to see you guys” he defended.

“And instead you killed the Beta of the Blue Moon pack!. Scott would so kill you when he comes back” she screamed.

Timothy was lost. What did she mean? Well everything amounted to one thing, he was in trouble for what he had done.

She bent low and checked his heartbeat. Her head sprang up as she began trying to carrying him, “Help me take him to Evelyn. He’s alive”.

The moment she moved his body a bit, the leaves covering his organ fell revealing his manhood.

Lydia dropped instantly his body and turned away. It’d have hurt if he was unconscious.

“Damn, this is crazy. Just carry him. Cover him with something, will ya” she ordered. Timothy rolled his eyes.

Again, he was back to his cousins who ordered him around and put him in trouble. Trying to look for them put him into this.

But he was glad he finally found them. Just here in the forest, with wolfmen. They still had that knack for trouble.

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“Is he dead though. He’s heavy like a corpse” he complained, after crossing a river taking him to who knows where.

“He’s a werewolf. Their basically made out of steel or something” she answered nonchalantly.

So she did know he was wolfman or werewolf, whichever.

“How’d you meet him? This creatures are dangerous. They kill people” he warned.

“You shot him and you’re speaking of danger? All the people trying to kill me have been humans. Those who saved me, werewolves. So don’t start” Lydia punched a button on a cave.

And Timothy was perplexed when it rolled open revealing another world. He shuffled in with the wolfman on his hands.

“Timothy?” he heard Evelyn’s voice. He turned happily but frowned when he saw her with another magical creature, a dwarf.

He was fascinated to it though. Small, kinda ugly, big feet, small head. He felt like he was in a fairytale book. Or a mythology.

“Timothy, What happened?” Evelyn scolded immediately. No formalities. She began cleaning and washing the wound.

“Why isn’t it healing? Did you use silver?” the dwarf spoke to him.

His voice sounded old and croaky. Like his father’s, he didn’t like that sound anymore.

“Yeah, a silver arrow. Why?” he asked.

The dwarf nodded, “Werewolves hate silver but dark dynasty likes silver. That’s what they used to disable lots of werewolves three years ago”.

The sisters nodded in understanding, but Timothy just stared blankly. Werewolves do not like silver. That’s a plus. And dark dynasty doesn’t like them? Another plus.

“We need to save Jackson. Scott wouldn’t be happy with this?”.

Timothy couldn’t who Scott was or why Lydia was so interested in him.

Or why his cousins were saving a freaking werewolf. How much changed since he last saw them!