The Huntress

Chapter 3

**A/N**

I had fun writing this one. I always suck at waiting to get to the good shit. Aw well- hope you all enjoy.

Cheers!

Chapter 3

I grabbed my water bottle and took a huge swig; the treadmill slowly gearing down for my cool down.

Glancing at my watch I was a bit surprised it was already five thirty in the morning- i was way behind schedule. For Gage and max being as productive and anal was they were- they liked their beauty sleep. Trying to get them out of bed was a feat in itself

Grabbing my towel i wiped my face; nodding at the other hunters who liked to work out in the morning as much as i did. I wasn't ever much of a sleeper and usually found myself in the compounds gym. Training was important sure- but i liked to argue- much to my instructor and brothers dismay- that running was just if not more important. If things go bad on an assignment i need to make sure i can beeline out of there.

I'd never be faster than a werewolf or vampire but if there wounded? Hell yeah I can run faster- i've had to do it before. It had nothing to do with my training and all to do with my legs!

I trudged my way to the shower; my legs feeling like jelly. Usually Eric was in here with me but i figured after our talk last night he would be a no show. I should have expected what he wanted to say- of course he wanted more.

Cracking my neck i pulled my arms above my head; almost moaning from the stretch. It felt so good, i didn't realize how wound up i was. I jumped under the beating water head; letting the hot water works its magic on my back.

Eric wanted what i just didn't want to give him- why couldn't he just be happy with what we have? I rested my head on the tile with a sigh. Of course i agreed with him- so i guess i would have to tell Gage and Max that I had a boyfriend. Shaking my head i grabbed the soap.

That word - boyfriend- sounded so wrong to me. It was Eric, my best friend. Sighing i rinsed my hair out before grabbing my towel. This was something i'd have to talk with him about once he calmed down. He was not pleased with my new assignment- putting it mildly. Saying it didn't feel right; he did have a point. It was always him with me- for the council to just switch it up? weird.

I grabbed my clothes and got dressed; if my timing was right we should be meeting with this alpha early afternoon- and those blood suckers tonight. I put my knives in my boots and my pistol tucked securely around my thigh. Clasping the sides of my silver chained vest threw my black wife beater on over top. I tucked my machete in its pouch that hung off my hip and through my hair in a high ponytail.

where is it?

I quickly scanned the countertop but only my other knives scattered the wet tile

where is it?

My rosemary- it did nothing for protection but it was my mothers. It's something i've always wore; her and my father went to italy and supposably had it blessed by the pope. Bending down i looked under the sink- spotting the silver beads in the corner.

Grabbing it i threw it on; running the beads through my fingers. I grabbed the rest of my knives and walked out of the showers- time to wake the brothers.

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I sat at the kitchen table with my dad; a steaming cup of coffee in my hands. Glancing over at my dad he shook his head; i couldn't help the smirk that danced over my lips.