Protectors

Untitled Part 2

        I walked through the woods with my usual outfit.  

          Black strappy boots that reach my knees. Black torn shorts. A black shirt that covers all but two or three inches of my exposed stomach that was adorned with many scars, with one long sleeve and one short sleeve that was torn off by a rogue a year back. And my black padded fingerless gloves holding my most prized possession, my fathers bow. All that was left was my quiver slung across my back.

                (As for the color choice, what could I say? I like the color black.)

Add in the claw marks going from my collar bone to my hip and all of the dirt smudges, I was a sight to see. Well, if you ever saw me. I'm not sure how to correctly live this life, but I'm sure as hell gonna leave a mark, somehow. At this thought I heard rustling. Automatically my reflexes kicked in. In no time I was turned around, an arrow drawn back in my bow ready to shoot at whoever was following me. And I was surprised to see a girl my age in practically the same pose as me, except with two daggers in each hand and in a fighting stance.

She had shoulder length light brown hair with a single blue streak and a widows peak. She had brown eyes and had an outfit like she was training. Torn up combat boots, yoga pants, and a plain black t-shirt.

I felt my green eyes start to glow. Which I learned from experience could make a rapist piss himself. At this a sliver of fear crept through the girls eyes but she quickly covered it up. Smart. "Put the bow down and I-I won't throw these knives!" The girl said with confidence. Never stuttering until she said I. "Put the knives down, and I won't shoot." I said back. An eery calmness filled my voice. Fear crept through her features as she could no longer hold composure. She immediately dropped them and I lowered my bow and relaxed my stance. I dropped my arrow and turned around to walk up to a tree, knowing very well what would happen next. She crept behind me trying not to be heard. She had picked up my arrow and once more. She let out a battle cry and once she was going to try to throw the arrow at me, I put a laurel flower up to the tree, let it go and she threw the arrow just as I twirled away. And it landed in the middle of a laurel flower before it could fall.

        I ran to her put her in a neck lock and  forced her to look at the tree. She gasped in recognition. I smirked. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, eery calm once again in my voice. She gasped, "Its you! The one I have heard the pack talk about!" I gave a dry laugh. "And what is my name?" She muttered something incoherent under her breath. "What!" I said. My voice getting higher with more venom in it. "Laurel!" She said, fixing to cry. At this I let her down. Now, I wasn't fixing to kill another protecter, no. I could easily see this girl as a friend not a foe. 

She fell to the ground crying. I giggled, yes giggled, and squatted down in front of her and grabbed her hand. I saw her whole life story, she went through something similar to what I did. And then I projected my story into hers. She looked at me and gasped. "Y-you don't wasn't to kill me?" She said, confusion, relief, and hope leaked into her voice. "I don't, in fact, how would you like to be my partner?" "Yes!" At this I helped her up. "Wow," a powerful male voice said with awe. At this my reflexes kicked in again doing the same thing I did to the girl, I turned with my bow loaded with another arrow, ready to shoot.

    Just then a naked man, a clothed woman, and several tough looking men stepped out from the shadows. And I could tell it was an alpha, his luna, and some strong pack warriors, they probably felt a shift in power when I stumbled into the territory. "I saw everything, I was too intrigued to intervene. Don't worry Emma I wouldn't have let anything happen to my only protector. Laurel, every pack in the country has heard of you, and every pack in the country has longed to have a protector as skilled as you. I would love if you were to join Emma, and be one of my protectors." 

The whole country. Me? Skilled, yeah but there had to be someone better than me. "Not since Eliza and David Cieras (see air uhs)" Did I say that out loud? "Yes." Oh. "Wait? Eliza and David Cieras? Those are- were my parents." "They must've taught you well." " Actually, they have been dead since I was six years old. I'm self taught." "Well damn. But I still want you to partner up with Emma if you'd like."

Then I said the words to seal my fate,

"Hell yeah!"