Alpha's Hunt

19. You should brush your teeth

Hello my awesome reader! How's life going? Mine is going pretty hectic. So, this is kinda a filler chapter, but I have an amazing idea for the next!😄 Enjoy!

19. You should brush your teeth

I stare wide-eyed at the shiny metallic object Luke is holding out for me.

Mindlessly, very sure that I’m imagining things, I take the gun from him. The cold metal presses against my palm, its weight causing me a little difficulty but it’s enough to tell me this is really happening.

“You said we should take the shortest path,” Luke says, bringing me out of my thoughts “Then this is our solution.”

“You’re going to teach me how to shoot?” I ask breathlessly

Luke nods with a serious face “If you have any chance of surviving the shorter paths, you’ll need all the fire power you can manage.”

I look at the gun in my hands and then at Luke, willing myself to keep my face straight and act dignified.

I start squealing.

“Oh my moon, oh my moon!” I grin like a manic while rocking on my toes “This is really happening!”

“What?” Luke looks at me like I’m a talking ferret

“You have no idea what this means to me!” I fail to stop grinning “It’s a long lost dream of mine to learn how to shoot.”

“You? A shooter?” he raises his eyebrows

I know, I know. A short, talkative omega wishing to be a shooter. But you cant blame me, I was obsessed with cowboys.

“So how do we do this?” I ask eagerly

Luke starts explaining the proper way to hold a gun, to load it, how to put the safety on and how to use a silencer. I take in all the information, patiently waiting for when we’ll move on to actual shooting.

We should’ve used a silencer before, but Luke only has three and whenever we’ve needed to use guns, we haven’t been fortunate to grab the ones who had the silencer on.

Finally, the magic words leave Luke’s mouth;

“We should start practice now,”

I whoop as my hands shoot towards the sky, I whip out the gun from the waistband of my jeans shorts where I’d put them a moment ago.

“Stand straight, with your feet apart.” Luke instructs “We don’t have ammunition to waste so I put in pieces of cork. They’re lighter than the bullets, but they’ll have to do.”

I nod and do as I’ve been told, Luke’s voice reaches me again “Keep your arms straight, one hand on the gun and the other supporting your wrist so it stays straight.”

I aim at one of the trees directly in my line of sight and pull the trigger.

I stumble back from the impact, though only a small sound echoes in the air due to the silencer as the aluminum foil clad cork flies towards the tree, the white material giving me view of its path. It flies straight past my target.

“The hell!” I narrow my eyes at nothing in particular “It was supposed to hit the tree!”

“Of course I didn’t hit home,” Luke shakes his head “You stumbled back and your hands flew upward.”

“How can I stop that from happening?” I ask

“Keep your feet firmly on the ground, maintain your stance.”