Alphas and Hunters

Alphas and Hunters: ♠ Chapter 1 ♠

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Alphas and Hunters: ♠ Chapter 1 ♠

⌛ 11 years later ⌛

♀ Aryl’s POV ♀

  I’ve gotten used to the feel of killing.

  I may sound like a psychopathic murderer, but there’s nothing wrong with simply stating a fact.

  Hunting flows through my veins; pumping my heart.

  I eyed the board in front of me, my piercing blue orbs narrowed into slits of concentration at the irritatingly flashy target a few yards away. The wooden bow wrapped in rubber was smooth against my hand, but the hilt of the arrow was even smoother. My long hair was pulled back in a firm but messy ponytail, freeing my vision from any annoying strands. I shifted my feet which were covered in my scratched combat boots, widening my stance ever so slightly to make sure that my aim was nothing but one thing: Perfect.

  All was silent in my surroundings besides the sound of rustling wind and the nearby rush of a half-dried stream. Even the animals – birds in particular – knew to stay tacit as I was focused. And once I was sure that there were no distractions around and my aim were still and consummate…

  I spread open my fingers, releasing the arrow from its lean on the bow. The sharpness of its point flew straight across the air, slicing through any particles and piercing right onto the bull’s-eye.

  I smirked with satisfaction, relaxing my tensed stance as I let my hand fall limply to my sides, the bow still firm in my grip. I ran 5 fingers through my tangled hair, enjoying the slight beads of sweat that watered my forehead.

  “Not bad. You’re aiming is pretty much perfected.”

  I turned sharply, my eyes seething again as my arm swung in lightning speed towards the dagger that was strapped against the inner part of my combat boots. I didn’t even have time to blink as my vision refocused and the tip of my knife was pointed to the neck of my so called ‘intruder.’

  “Err, Are? I’d really appreciate it if you’d retract that weapon away from my face.”

  My ears perked up and I let out a frustrated sigh. I pulled my dagger away from features that were all too familiar. Identical blue eyes met mine, though his were tinted with its usual cheeky and mischief.

  “How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that? Especially when I’m armed; I could seriously hurt you someday,” I glared at my brother, who raised his hands in mock surrender.

  “It’s not my fault that Dad trained us to be still and silent, Are. Besides, I wouldn’t let your touch me,” Antony smirked teasingly before he focused his attention to the target that had my arrow shot right through the flashy red circle.

  “Really though, you’re aim has been perfected,” He mused. I saw a flicker of awe and pride swirl into his orbs before he glanced at me, instantly putting on the trainer’s façade.

  “I know,” I said before I walked up to the board, “But it’s not about the aiming.”

  My fingers wrapped around the hilt of my arrow and swiftly plucked it from its target.

  “It’s about the silence,” I continued, eyeing the thin weapon in my hand, “And I am far from being completely and utterly silent.”

  I turned around – my ponytail breezing in the cool, morning air – and found Antony crossing his arms and staring at me calculatingly. When he saw my brows furrow his expression relaxed and he sighed.