Guardians

Chapter Twenty-five: The Hunter's Plans

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After our visit to the Salazar house Damon figured it would be best if I didn’t come along when they had meetings at the house and I was fine with that. Unlike Guardians, Hunters there was a divide between sexes and I found it hard to act the part of a pathetic little bitch as I like to call them.

            Things settled in after a few weeks. We would spend our days at school with the pack and I would train for a few hours at night then back with the pack while Damon went to go with the Hunters. Thankfully everyone once in a while he would get to spend more time with the pack.

            I sank into the couch. Reagan put his arm around me. “Looks like our little student has come to hang with us today.” He flashed a smile at me.

Over the weeks that I had been training I had grown to know the other Protectors. Reagan remind me much of Cam. He was the Earth Protector but flirted with anything that had two legs and was female. He was tall and board with golden hair and piercing blue eyes.

“You just know I have nothing better to do,” I replied as I peeled his arm off me. “I can’t patrol and just sitting at home is boring.” Damon had told me and I agreed with him that it was best for neither of us to patrol because in case we had to fight Hunters and we didn’t want to make them question our sides. “Besides Dalvin likes it here and he’s safest here too.”

When I wasn’t with the pack or Damon I spent my time at the Protectors safe house. It was an underground bunker with everything and top of the line. Each Protector had their own room with a huge gym and sections fitting just for their powers. The kitchen was a dream and they even had their own cook.

“Hey look it’s little hot temper,” Peter said as he came in the living room.

I rolled my eyes. “Why do you all have to come up with different names and most of the times names I don’t like.”

Peter laughed. “Have you seen yourself when you get mad? You become a hot little temper. It’s rather cute.” Peter looked like a rock. Nearly seven foot tall with every inch of his body was covered in muscle. He was the Guardian of metal and looked as if he could never be bent.

“You know it’s true,” Reagan added.

“Oh shut up both of you.” I hit Reagan and gave Peter a glaring look.

The door opened and Lera came in. “Boys behave. I know you’re not used to having another female around but get used to it. Cass might not be a Protector but she’s one of us.”

“That right you are one of us,” Peter said.

“You’re our little sister,” Reagan replied. Of course Reagan and Peter were twins and took to me the second they realized I could be their little sister.

“You two are ridiculous.” Lera went into the kitchen and I gladly followed her. “How on earth do you put up with those two?” She shook her head. “They act like they’re still teenagers.”

“That’s because you’re their mother. You’re the mother of Protectors.” I laughed. “And Argon is the father. Together you two are the parents and they’re your kids.”

Lera shook her head. “Now you get to shut up. I wonder why sometimes I put up with you young kids.”

“How old are the twins?” I pulled up onto the counter to sit on.