Origins of Hunter

Hunter Leemonex... Few werewolves in Endasia have a strange past. Most werewolves grow up in their pack, survive with their pack, and die in their pack. There are also werewolves such as Hunter, who only wish they had such a simple life. Hunter Leemonex is reminded of this past every day. What event could occur that would cause such distress in his life?

This is the story of Hunter Leemonex.
The story of the werewolf that was a part of the 'event' that seemingly killed his whole family.


7. Cause and Effect

Why am I so restless tonight?

I roll over once again. It's still no more comfortable than the other side of the bed, but at least I can see the window. It really isn't much of a view, just an interesting perspective of the jungle. Tonight, I notice the moon's glow slightly illuminating everything. The moon will always hold a special memory.

I told Isabelle my secret two days ago now, in those past few days it seemed nothing has changed, which genuinely relieves me. I was really worried she would be scared, like some other children from my past that figured out my secret.

Ugh, my brain just won't stop... thinking.

I have these nights where my brain keeps me up from thinking. It runs so fast, it's like I'm trying to comprehend everything in my life, which is impossible. It gives me a headache.

I sit up. It feels good to move. I grip the side of my bed. I yawn, but I'm really not tired, which can only be explained by my restless head. I proceed stand up, and I hear various bones in my body popping, and I feel my legs stretching from simply standing up. It feels pretty good to not be laying down.

My room is on the second floor at the end of a hallway. My parents are at the opposite end of the hallway, closer to the stairs. Note, however, our house isn't large or magnificent, far from it. Each room is closer to a closet than a room.

I walk to the bathroom trying hard not to make the floor creak, which is impossible in the old wooden house. I make it to the bathroom, hoping I didn't wake anybody up.

I shut the door and light the candle. I get some water from the wash bucket (used to wash our hands, not the other bucket used for other purposes) and splash it on my face, I don't even bother drying it off. It's a weird feeling when the cold water starts running down my shirt.

I look up to the dirty mirror. It's too dark to see. I blow out the candle and leave the bathroom, returning to my bedroom.

I walk to the window. I see the moon, clear and bright, lightening the ground. The light makes me cheer up. Maybe I'll try to go back to sleep. I turn and take a few steps towards my bed, and stop in my tracks.

I already know I won't be able to fall asleep again. In just the last minute, I have already deeply thought about my future with Isabelle, where I would be if I wasn't a werewolf, what I would look like, and if dirt wasn't brown, what color it would be. My brain has been on overload these past few days, and I don't know why.


What was that? I walk back to the window, where I believe the sound originates. Usually I wouldn't take this seriously, but I'm restless tonight.

There isn't anything over here. Out this window, anyway. Could sound have come from the one opposite of this room? The opposite window is closed, but my hearing is probably strong enough...


It sounds like thunder, the floor shakes with every hit. I fall over on the third shake. What is going on?

"Mom!? Dad!?" I yell as the slamming continues. I don't think anyone can hear me, the noise too loud. I swear something is running into our house, like a crossbreed rhino-bear. Suddenly, the banging stops, and I stand up. My dresser fell over, as did some wall decorations. Then I hear a completely different sound than the slamming...


I hear it catch on the old wood of our house. We must be getting attacked. I grab my bow and quiver from the stand, and take quick steps to the window overlooking the city; the side I just heard the fire start.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

I trip. The banging continues again. Who could do this? Not vampires, they are much more silent. Dwarfs maybe?

Then I hear shouts outside of my house... My family's house. The people of the town. Maybe ten of them, maybe more. I grab the window ledge to pull myself up so I can see, trying to balance myself. The fire is running up the side of the house, the smoke making things slightly more difficult to see, but I can see well enough. There is more than ten people- maybe thirty. Half of the town, if not more.

The townspeople are divided in about three groups. One group consists of five men, working at the base of our house. Throwing bottles of wine that are on fire, hacking the support beams with axes. .

Then there was a large group, a majority of the people no doubt. They stand a small distance from the burning house, like bystanders. They are the citizens of the city. They are quiet at the moment.

Then there is three people turned towards the large group. One person is reading from a book, but he seems to be talking from memory, he hardly looks down at his tablet. Shouting might be more accurate over reading. He is yelling at the people, angry, pointing at my house. Then there is the mayor right next to him.

Where is Isabelle? She is the mayor's daughter, Isabelle should be right next to him.

I thrust my shoulder against the glass. The window swings open and smashes back on the house, breaking the glass. Then I hear what the man reading is saying.

"...order of Sormore's law (our city's name), members of Sormore, Lessers "Rhea Leemonex, David Leemonex, and Hunter Leemonex" have given false information for protection from the Sormore...Claimed Lesser, and now proven full-breed werewolves... Sormore law carries with such an offense the penalty of death or banishment, and.." I heard enough.

What the heck happened to these people?

I am really starting to feel the heat. The ground below me is hot, and the smoke is becoming thick. I need to get out of here. I turn around just in time to see my door smash to the ground. Automatically I draw my bow. It takes a second for my eyes to readjust, with the smoke and door being smashed to splinters.

It's my mom.

"Are you okay?" She says into my ear. It is barely audible, but I nod. She pulls me into hug. "Grab your bag, we need to get out!" She releases me and I run to my bed. On the opposite side of my bedside sits my bag, that I grab. Crossing the room seems to take an eternity.

Then the support beams gave in. One corner of my bedroom was dropped many feet suddenly, but then it caught on something. The floor wasn't cracked yet, but the floor was heavily slanted towards the far corner. This amount of stress, the floor is sure to split. I jump to the window that is looking at the jungle; although now, it is almost looking at the tree line.

I turn to look at my mother. She is right behind me, until my dresser slides. It makes no sound, or maybe it's that the fire is too loud... Either way, it slides and hits my moms left leg, hard. She yells in pain, and slides with the dresser to the dropping corner of the room.

"Mom!" I yell. I don't think she can even hear me. But she looks up at me. She stands up, even though I thought the dresser had her pinched against the wall. She hobbles against the floor, and reaches for my door handle.

"Go!" She yells. Somehow I can hear her clearly. "Dad and I will be right behind you! Through your window, Hunter! !" She blinks through the thickening smoke. "Run, Hunter. Run!" She pulls herself through the door leading back to the hallway. I feel the heat of the fire. It has spread through most of the house by now, I'm sure. What is my mom thinking?

I pull myself through the window, which is an effort. Then the floor gives. My whole room is falling, and at first I'm falling with it. I try to use the window sill to push myself away from the ledge preventing injury, but freefalling is freefalling.

I fall twenty some feet, and my falling room finally impacts. I land on my right arm as I scream in pain. I try to roll away from some of the settling debris before it falls on me. A log lands on my right leg, I lose feeling in it.

I'm in so much pain I can't move. So much shock. Then I see Peter run up to me through my window. He is clean, not scarred by smoke marks. He jumps through the window and starts pulling me. I want to push him away, but I have no strength. Then I realize he is trying to pull me from the house. Surely he wouldn't turn me in.

Thankfully he pulls on my good arm. I'm still in a daze. I see his lips moving, shouting something at me, but I can't hear. I think my ears are ringing. I can't think at all. He pulls me out the window, and points to the jungle. I look back at my house just in time to see the rest of it completely collapse.

There is no more shouting. No more banging. Just the somehow loud fire eating at the house I grew up in. I don't know what to say. Were my parents in there?

"Stand up, moron!" I finally hear Peter say. "We have to get out of here!" With his help, I stand on my left leg.

"My parents..." I murmur. This must be a dream. This can't be real.

"Your parents are dead!" Peter screams. He is angry, but not at me. I want to ask how he knows that. They said they would be right behind me, I want to say. But I don't say anything. I'm shocked, I'm hurt, I'm surprised. I'm so emotional to a point where I feel nothing.

"Change forms, and let's go!" Pete yells. I look back at the house. Through the fire I can see the crowd of people attending the burning of my house. Attending the murder of my family... People of Sormore are good people, how could they?

There she is... Izzy. She is looking at the fire, right next to her dad. Then our eyes catch, as if she knew exactly where I was. She stares at me, I stare back. Her face shows no sympathy. In fact, I think I see a smirk and a small wave. She turns her head, turning back to the crowd.

No sadness. No apology. No sympathy. Does she care? WHAT THE HECK!

"NOW!" Peter yells again. I do it this time, I change to my wolf form. I can't put any weight on my right leg, but I can my left, and my right arm doesn't feel so bad anymore. I try to look back at the fire, but another wolf pushed me with his head towards the open plain. An arrow whizzes by my head. I start running.

This can't be real. This is a dream. This can't happen. This can't be happening. Another arrow, those scraping my left leg muscle. I don't care. I run. I run for eight hours, nonstop. I run until morning, where I collapse onto the cold, wet ground. What just happened?

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