22 The Disgusting human nature

It was in no time did the Hunters arrange a camp on the site of the slaughter. A large camp fire had been made and the hunters went around several activties like raising their tents for the rest of the night.

Gray, Dan and some other Weres that had managed to survive were placed together, shackled to a tree with enchanted chains. 

Any struggle for freedom would release a shock that would send the person back to the ground. 

Soon, some Hunters led in children in similar chains. These were the little ones that the adults had left at the altar. 

Apparently, this hunt had been a well planned one. 

One look at them and Gray could tell the formation they used. After all, in his former life, he had made a rich arsenal of these formations for hunting Supernatural creatures.

The hunters had split themselves into several teams. Gray had assumed that they were only a team of nine, but he discovered that he had been wrong. 

It was actually several teams of nine, each with their own specific task to achieve maximum efficiency in the hunt. 

In other words, his formation had been amended through the years. Normally, he would have been impressed by this. However, he was currently having a lot of mixed feelings as to what was going on. 

Firstly, a man he considered to be an annoyance had just died in his arms. A man that in this life, had really showed him love, his own father. 

His heart was currently turbulent with the confusion of a decision. After all, he was sure that this was what he had always wanted.

He wanted nothing more but for all supernatural creatures to die. However, when it happened to the people he had called family for the last twelve years, he was surprised to discover that sadness like he could not describe enveloped his chest, surrounding his heart like a cocoon enveloping a larva.

His head told him that it was the right thing, but his heart said otherwise.

The second thing that he could not understand was why these hunters kept them in chains. From his experience, only prisoners were kept in chains. 

This meant that the Hunters were keeping them alive. 

But this was not supposed to be so. They were supposed to have killed them all immediately. 

That was the standard when he was a Hunter.

Supernatural creatures were not kept. They were to be exterminated from the world. This was the Hunter way. 

However, something even worse happened before his eyes.

Three of the hunters stepped forward. They had lecherous looks on their faces. "Master Andrew, since the job is done now, can we have a taste of the goods?" 

The young man laying on a tree not so far away as he polished his bow turned to the men and nodded, "Just try not to break them like you did the last hunt. Werewolves sell for a very good price!"

They chuckled as they bowed in gratitude before heading towards the tree holding Gray and the others.

One of them even licked his lower lips as he stepped forward, stretching his hand to grab a female werewolf. This one was just about the age of Gray's elder sister, Rose.

She tried to resist but it was of no use. The chain about her neck sent shocks into her body.

"Don't worry sweet thing, we will take care of you... hehehe!!!" With efficiency that proved that he had done this many times before, he ripped off what little clothing she had on. 

The light from the camp fire reflecting on her smooth well muscled porcelain skin.

Werewolves lived by nature, and ran in the woods a lot. This made their bodies incredibly tough and smooth. 

 They had long legs that was easily the envy of any that could behold its beauty. Of course, with their daily activities also came the blessing of having a slim waist that emphasized curves in their women, creating lust in any that could appreciate their beauty.

Unfortunately, these men currently appreciated this beauty a little too much. 

"No! don't do that. Leave her alone!" Gray screamed, unaware that he had even spoken up for her as he tried to stop the men. However, shock from the collar around his neck sent him back to the ground.

"No! No!! No!!!" he thought to himself, "this is not supposed to happen." 

Gray was at heart a very just man. And he had lived a life as such. 

He agreed to the killing of supernaturals, but that was because of what they were and what they stood for.

However, he did not stand for such an abominable act. 

Before his eyes, the werewolf girl's clothes were ripped apart. The men, in their joy and glee, went naked, pinning her down to the ground as they took her. 

The sight of this had some how aroused some other hunters and they leeched on two other females that had managed not to die in this hunt.

Soon, painful aggrieved moans could be heard at all sides, as the hunters took the Werewomen. 

The others like elder Tam that survived the ordeal gritted their teeth in anger and some even growled and howled but it was of no use. 

The cries of the Werewomen filled the forest echoing off the trees as their assaulters took advantage of their bodies.

Gray was speechless as he watched. One of the victims looked in his direction, and he saw the excruciating pain in her eyes as tears fell down her eyes. 

His heart broke further.

Some hunters unable to wait their turn complained that they were not enough females. It was at this point that his elder sister, Rose, bleeding from the terrible injuries she got from the Werecats was pulled into the camp by the Werecats.

 At the same time, his mother was also pulled into the camp by the other set of Hunters. 

"Wow, fresh meat boys!" A hunter whistled loudly.

Immediately, some of the hunters rushed for them.

"No!" Gray and Duster muttered...

(Author's note: Sorry for the long wait guiys. Okay lets go with this yeah)