Filed to story: Gavin Landry and Judy Werewolf Story
The Silver Crescent pack was the largest pack in the world, and it was filled with modern luxuries. Most of the pack members were swimming in money and they made sure all surrounding packs knew that fact.
People from other packs were allowed to travel to different packs, as long as they had proper ID. Gammas were stationed at the borders, examining visitors before they allowed entryway. Every packmate had an ID, including children. Both the Uber driver and I had our IDs ready before we reached the borders.
This pack belonged to Gavin Landry, and though his pack wasn’t far from mine, I never actually stepped foot in itbefore.
For a second, I thought the driver pulled up to the wrong house. He stopped in front of a gorgeous, and huge, villa. It looked just like a hotel resort right down to the gorgeous marble water fountain statue out front.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked the driver, still staring up at the large and rustic-looking building.
“Yes, mam,” he answered.
I thanked him and got out of the car. As I started towards the large set of stairs that led towards the front doors, the doorway opened and a tall man with greying hair and pale blue eyes stood in front of me. He had a kind smile on his lips and bowed as I approached him.
“Good afternoon; you must be Judy Montague,” the deep voice said, and I immediately recognized the voice to be Adams.
“Yes, sir,” I said, smiling at him.
“I am Adam Conners. You may call me Adam. I am the butler at the estate, and I’ve been personally assigned as the caretaker for Master Matthew when his father isn’t home.”
“What about his mother?” I found myself asking.
It’s… a complicated story,” Adam said. “She isn’t in the picture though. Master Matthew is out back right now practicing his archery with another potential tutor.”
My stomach dropped; there was someone else here seeking the tutoring job? That meant I had to fight for thisposition.
I followed him outside and across the green grass field; in the distance, I saw the archery set up. A young woman, maybe a little older than me was trying to teach him. But he seemed to be giving her attitude and yelling at her. She was paling even more by the second and by the time we reached them, she was in tears.
“I can’t do this,” she cried, backing away from the boy. “I’m sorry.”
She ran without another word; only the sounds of her sobs could be heard.
Adam sighed and looked as if he aged another few years as he watched her go. Matthew didn’t seem phased though; his thick brows were tilted downward as he struggled to hit his target with the arrows. I could tell he was growing frustrated; he kept grunting and groaning as he pulled back the string and released the arrow, only for the arrow to land a few feet in front of him, sticking out of the ground.
“Can I see?” I asked.feet to m
He glanced at me from over his shoulder with a frown. He sized me up; his eyes scanning me from my feet to my head. I never felt so judged by a 7-year-old in my life. But maintained a cool posture with a soft smile. He eventually relented and handed me the bow and arrow.
With little to no effort I pulled the string back and allowed the arrow to fly through the air and towards the target. It hit the bullseye with a loud thud.
Matthew gasped.
“Woah…” he said with wide eyes.
I smirked as I grabbed another arrow from the quiver and repeated the same process even quicker, hitting the spot. right next to the one I just hit.
His mouth was practically on the ground, as was Adam’s.
Matthew looked up at Adam in awe.
“What is her name?”
“Are you afraid of me?” I asked the boy, my eyes narrowed. “Or are you incapable of asking me for my name yourself?”
Matthew looked stunned by my directness. I was never one to sugarcoat anything and clearly his former tutors were exactly that type. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as he glanced at the ground; Adam just looked amused.
“I am Matt. What is your name?”
I smiled at the small child and lowered myself, so I was at eye level with him.
“You may call me Judy,” I told him.
He lifted his head and squared his shoulders as if he was getting ready to fight.
“You are really good at shooting, but that doesn’t mean you are good at everything,” he said to me, his tone hardening, and the look in his eyes gave my chest a sinking feeling. “My tutors are all weak and I bet you’re the same You don’t look very strong or intelligent. I need someone capable.”
He put his hands on his hips.
“You are certainly very vocal for a 7-year-old,” I praised. “And how do you expect I should prove myself, Master
Matt?”
He smirked and then walked over to a bucket I hadn’t known was there. I frowned when I saw the contents inside. They looked like daggers. I also noticed the dummies that were set up; they must be for dagger throwing. I knew that was a common practice warriors had so I wasn’t surprised to see it. But I was surprised to see Matt pick up a couple of daggers and hold them like he was about to stab me.
I looked at Adam who looked ready to intervene; his face had paled drastically. It only took me a second to realize what was about to happen. Soon, a dagger was being thrown directly at me at a quick pace. He had quite an arm and an aim when it came to dagger throwing.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. Thankfully, I always had good reflexes.
I did a quick flip and dodged the flying dagger, only to see another one coming straight for my head. I effortlessly landed on my back, cushioning my fall with my hand as the dagger missed my nose by a centimeter. Another dagger flew directly at me, and I spun around, getting lower to the ground as the dagger passed by, landing an inch away from me. Another dagger flew at me and used my arms and legs to jump back to my feet and over the dagger. 1
A final dagger came spinning directly at me; this throw was sloppy, and I knew it was because he was losing his focus. I squinted at the fast dagger and timed it perfectly; spun my foot around and kicked the handle, so the dagger flew in the opposite direction.
Panic set in when I realized what I had done and just as I was about to scream for Matt to watch out, he dodged to the ground, missing the dagger only by a second.
Relief flooded me and I let out the breath I had been holding inside of myself.
“How did you do that??” Matt asked as he stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes.
I also brushed the dirt off my clothes, and I shrugged.
“I’ve been training for this type of thing for a long time,” old him. “If I’m going to be a Gamma warrior, I needto be prepared for every attack.”
When he stared at me dumbfounded, I raised my brows at um.
“You didn’t know I was training to be a warrior?” I asked him. “Do you normally throw daggers at those who haven’t trained?”
His cheeks grew pink again and that was all the answers I needed. I looked at Adam who looked sheepish. He kept his eyes fixed on the ground and I could see the shame on his face. Things were starting to make sense now. Matt truly was a menace.
A loud and deep barking sound brought me out of my thoughts. When I turned, I saw a huge black dog running towards us with its tongue out. Its bushy tail wagged back and forth rapidly as it greeted Matt.
Matt smiled at the dog and wrapped his arms around his large neck. The dog was bigger than he was!
“Shadow, what are you doing out here, boy? I thought you were inside,” Matt said as the dog licked his face, making him chuckle.
I smiled and bent down to the ground so I could be at eye level with the dog. He hadn’t noticed me yet, but as soon as I moved, he whipped around to face me, his eyes turning to slits.
“Shadow doesn’t like anyone else, other than Master Matthew,” Adam warmed. “He bit the last tutor, and she had to go to the pack clinic for stitches.”
I raised my brows
“I
“Her wolf didn’t heal her?” I asked.
“She was an Omega without a wolf,” Adam explained.
I nodded thoughtfully and turned my attention back to Matt and Shadow. Shadow was glaring at me, and I could see his canines as he growled. I kept my calm composure though and outstretched my hand. Shadow took a step closer to me and I could feel Adam’s anxieties from behind me. But I kept myself calm and my eyes on the dog.
I am not threatening, I kept saying in my mind. I am a friend.
Shadow sniffed my fingers, and I lowered my hand to the ground. Then, to everyone’s surprise, Shadow licked my fingertips and trotted the rest of the way over to me, allowing me to pet him. I smiled as my fingers ran through his soft fur and he panted excitedly as his tail thumped on the ground, nearly knocking me over as the ground shook under his weight.
“H…how did you do that?” Matt asked, shocked. “Shadow doesn’t like strangers.”
I shrugged casually.
“I’ve always been good with animals,” I confessed. “When was young, I used to have a dog as well. Her name was Caramel because she was the color of Caramel.”