The Last Silvermaw Hunter

Chapter 3

I woke up to silence. Not that it was the first time, Sander usually was called into work early. Sighing, I got out of bed and headed to my closet, planning on getting ready for school. I was halfway to the closet before I realized that all the blood from last night's. . . incident was gone. The white fur rug was as pristine as it was before my change, the wood floor was spotless once more, there wasn't a trace of blood anywhere, save the letters from Klapeth.

If I was correct, my brother did this.

I walked past my mirror. . . and stopped in my tracks. Slowly, I turned, so I saw myself in full. My wings weren't there. Like, they were not there. I could still feel them though, and reaching behind me, I traced the edge of my wing. I wanted to see them again. I wanted to see the constellations within the black feathers. My wings were one of the few things that made me sure of who my father was, what made me certain of who I am, even if I wasn't a full human.

🗡🛡🗡

An unfamiliar scent assaulted my nose as soon as I got outside. I immediately went rigid, I didn't like this. No one knew where we lived, only our closest of family.

Someone was here at our house. Here, at my only sanctuary.

My hand went to the dagger strapped to my thigh, the one I found in the attic.

"Do you even know how to use that blade?" A voice said behind me.

Startled, I spun around and drew the blade. "Now, there's no need for us to draw our blades, now, is there?" they asked from somewhere above me. I raised my head, and my jaw hit the ground. The male on my roof was...I honestly have no words for him.

He looked about twenty, 5'8.5'' and undeniably cold. Everything looked human save for his eyes. There was an unnatural, predatory look to them. His hair was short. He wore black leather and a silver demon-like paw with a heart clutched in its grip.

I put my dagger away and looked behind me to the forest, then to the back door, then back to the male on the roof. I could run back inside and set off the alarm to warn Sander, but the stranger on my roof had disengaged the alarm system. I could run into the woods and try to lose him.

"If you're thinking about running, don't," he said, cocking his head to the side.

"What makes you think I'm going to run?" I asked, watching him carefully.

He slid down the roof and landed in front of me.

I was wrong about his height by .5 inches. I backed up a couple steps.

"The fact that you keep looking at the woods behind you is one giveaway. AND the fact that your muscles are tensed up, ready to give you the extra boost of speed when you run," he said, closing the space I had put between us, "and if you run, you are going to need that extra speed," his head turned to the side like he was contemplating something. Then he finished, "that is ... IF you run from me."

"Who are you?" I asked, even though I didn't mean to.

He smirked and replied, "Saber. Drayco Saber at your service." He gave a mocking bow.

Oh. . . What I would do to wipe that satisfactory look off his face. I would have if my wings didn't tense up and warn me of approaching danger. Drawing my dagger from its sheath, I turned and faced the forest as a couple of swordsmen came out of it.

I really shouldn't have turned my back because I just gave him the perfect opportunity for him to use the serum in his pocket, that would knock me out for a few hours.

Before he injected it into my system, I turned and threw my dagger. It missed his head by a hair and embedded itself in the frame of the back door.

I felt a prick as the needle entered my neck and Saber injected the serum into my system. The last thing I saw was a shadow from behind the door. Then the world went dark.