Chapter 110 : Something Of A Warning

The Deep Woods, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

    Casey Allen Peterson felt like little more than a fool as he moved about the deep woods in search of the place he'd once found Rick caged by the bastard that had sired them both in the ways of the beast blood. He had not known why he'd been out in the dark looking for an old bastard he'd sooner do without seeing or speaking to but instinct had driven him to seek out the answers to his constant internal questions. He had been having strange visions ever since he'd been infected by the oversized brute and he had been unable to make sense of them ever since. Rick had not been much help despite his on-the-fly learning experiences since becoming infected himself, he next to nothing about the mysticism aspect of what it meant to be a werewolf.

He had not liked the idea of having to venture into the deep woods, but he needed the answers to the questions that were plaguing him so much since he'd become moonborn. With each step forward he felt little more than apprehension and annoyance as he moved not truly knowing what he was doing and why he'd been looking for the brute responsible for turning both himself and Rick Channon into werewolves in the first place. 

Try as he might to talk himself out of what he'd been about to do in terms of a brazen thing, Casey saw no other way to obtain the information he'd been seeking. The visions had to mean something and he was almost sure that the old brute had known just what they were trying to tell him. He moved through the still looming trees with relative ease this time when compared to the first time around, as he had relied much heavily on his ability to intercept scents as opposed to his hearing of Rick's vicious snarling before when he'd still been mortal blood. 

His mother had been none the wiser about the changes that had occurred to her only son aside from the fact that he'd been sexually active and seeing not only Rick but had taken an interest in Courtney Stevenson. She was blissfully unaware of a lot of things, which had been both a sigh of relief for Casey and a burden in terms of keeping it that way. She knew next to nothing about Rick and Casey's lycanthropy and even less about the strange man she once allowed into their house who offered to show them how to woodwork when summer came about. 

"You're standing in my line of sight boy." came a deep growl from behind the clueless lad from a rather familiar gruff voice amid the trees. 

Casey turned to find himself standing at the end of a long barrel riffle where the old brute himself had been taking aim. He had not been aiming at Casey directly due to the boy having unwittingly walked into his line of sight as he attempted to stalk the white-tailed deer that had been grazing a few yards away from them. 

The visibly shaken teen threw his hands up the moment he took notice of the rifle and the brute stepped in front of him swiftly and firmly as he balanced his sight with the rifle and the deer and pulled gently on the trigger. It was a direct hit on the deer which staggered then collapsed as the speed of the bullet nearly broke the sound barrier when it sunk into the deer's soft flesh. 

The old brute eyed Casey for a few moments before snorting and turning his attention back to the downed deer. 

"You lookin' for me or you lookin' to get shot?" he asked his gruff tone unmistakable up close. 

"I may have some questions," said Casey once more finding his voice as he began to let down his hands. "It's about us being werewolves."

"Well, as long as it ain't no touchy-feely crap about you two horn dogs getting it on in the woods I might be able to learn you a few things." replied The brute holding his rifle with one hand. 

Casey sighed in relief as he moved toward the opposite end of the man's side where he held his rifle. 

"I've been getting these strange dreams or visions or whatever and I don't know what to make of them or if they're even connected to the wolf beast blood or whatever," explained Casey hoping that this brute had answers for him. 

"Sounds like you have acquired a bit of lunar sight." grumbled the old brute. "Most people rarely know what to do with it that have inherited it from the beast blood but from what I know about it, it's visions of the future possibly even of the great hunt during the blood moon itself."

Casey felt a bit uneasy when he heard this. 

"Blood moon?" he asked with an arched brow. 

"That's right, the blood moon will return and all hunters will be out in force." replied the gruff brute. "Any mortals caught in the crossfire are sure to be considered prey on that fateful moonlit night."

Once more Casey felt uneasy as he thought of his mother and the other mortals of Fallon Creek. 

"Draws hunters for miles and is the worst damn time of the year, good thing it's only during a leap year or we'd really be in trouble." remarked the brute. "Fallon Creek is just one of the stopping grounds during the hunt, the citizens usually stay inside and avoid the dangers but something tells me this one is gonna be different."

"How so?" asked Casey with an arched brow. 

"There's multiple packs going to be out and about." replied the brute eyeing Casey closely. "Make sure you know whose side you'll be on when the time comes, I'd hate to snap your little pencil neck on a feral run."

With that, the brute walked away not at all wishing to divulge any more information. 

Casey rolled his eyes at the threat and turned his attention toward getting back home. He had to inform Rick about the blood moon hunt and what was coming to Fallon Creek as if he'd not been mistaken, they were coming up on a leap year.