HIS HUNTRESS

CHAPTER ONE

ARAWN CLAN

In the dark and cold night in the Mt Logan a troop young man and a few ladies with vest are running around the big bon fire that is lit in the middle of the circle that they have formed with verve and viability. Dust is rising from the ground in clouds as the young lady standing on the raised dais barked order one after another not giving the troop a chance to rest, the foul smell of sweat was concentrated in the air. A few yards from where the first troop is doing combats, another troop of less people are training with the cross bows, silver-daggers, axes, shotguns and other forms of weapons. The training grounds were surrounded by a tall wall that was battered therefore creating a ground for all the trainers to easily foresee the training. The visible breath of the young men and women filled the air as they did the combos over and over again, the commands from iris pierced through the silent night as knife through butter.

"With that pace you cannot even have a clean shot at my dead grandmother! You have to be conscious with your moves. You are hunters, I get that, you have abilities I know that, but you have to learn to use them sparingly and when you have no other option but to use them. Raymond, remember to use your legs to be steady after throwing a kick and be fast than that." Shouts Iris eagerly as she walks around the training ground helping with the training randomly. After some time, she leaves the training ground to her black sport motorcycle and takes off leaving a cloud of dust behind. The training does not stop. Noel Richardson who was the next in order after iris was talking to the combo trainers.

"I need you to make sure that every person that was in the field today has been given the antidote that came in today we cannot risk any of them becoming sick or worse dying out in battlefield. The training will resume tomorrow at dusk. Make sure they get their meal as early as possible, and they get enough sleep; you know what I mean by enough sleep." Noel said to the trainers. Everyone from the combat group start packing their backpack and heads out to the trucks that are waiting outside the training ground. Noels goes on to the group that are training with weapons and standing on the trainers' platform, he sweeps his eyes across the group.

"Everyone, listen here closely. I need you to continue practicing for one hour," Groans are heard across the group, "I know, but you have to put in mind we are going to get back our official leaders who to make matters better or worse they are Iris's parents, and you all know that when she set her mind on something nothing can stop her. You know that she will do anything to get her family back and to add on that some of you have lost their loved ones to this monster and it's our nature to hunt them until there is no trace of them is left in our history, until our blades are drenched with their blood, until their cries and scream are heard from every corner of the world and we will hunt the to their last breath!!!!!" shouted noel full of anger and frustration and determination. The trainees go back to their previous drills and continues with their previous practice. Noel called the trainers aside.

"Make sure that the marksmen have trained with the silver headed arrows that came in last night, also make sure that the weaponry master has ordered enough weapons to practice for the next two months. Make sure that every person has master their part well. Remember that everyone is depending on you. The archers are to practice in the forest with the horses. We have to add the number of the sniper in our team up to thirty. The other teams from the Alaska will be joining us two weeks from now we must show the that we are the commander's troop we can't shame ourselves in front of those hooligans." Noel commands the trainers. He then left to the tent where the weapons master was standing about more killer weaponry. The rent was large enough to hold all the weapons that were being used for practice and spare ones. The tent was well lit inside from the big generator that was humming silently outside the tent. The large Caucasian man with long hair that is tied into a ponytail is examining a silver shiny blade through the lights on high stainless-steel table that is on one corner of the tent. The other weapons are arranged neatly al round the tent. The floor of the is black marble tiles.

"Hugh what have you come up with?" Noel asks Hugh. "Sir according to my research I have discovered that I can be able to coat the blades with wolfs bane which is lethal the werewolves. But we have a big problem than that we have discover that Darrell has a highly skilled witch who is coming up with the cure for wolfs bane that is going to make our weapons not fully efficient, but they are going to make them weak for some time." replies Hugh.

"Then we are going to strike when they are weak. We will get as many of them with the swords as we can then that will be a good time for us e to strike when most of them are weak. Hugh, if you can I would like you to make a bomb using wolfs bane that will be a very good weapon. Anyway, what do you have for the vampire except the wooden stakes before?" asks Noel.

"Yes, am working on how I can make bullets with vervain in them since it lethal to the vampires" replies Hugh as he leads to some bullets that are neatly organized in a glass container on one of the shelves that are along the sides of the tent. He slowly and carefully takes out the bullets. Noel closely examines the bullets. He seems to be in deep thoughts, suddenly he walks to the entrance shoving the clothe door out of his way but turns back in and appreciates Hugh for coming up with the dependable weapon. In a great hurry he heads out of the training camp for his sports motorcycle which is much alike with iris motorcycle but two red strips on each side. He quickly takes his motorbike to the direction that iris had headed to an hour ago.