Ancient

Chapter Two

UNEDITED

Loose gravel crunched beneath her leather booted clad feet, dark red curls blew in the wind, a bland expression was settled on her face. Rhys walked down the barren road in the dark beginnings of morning, meeting a client who took up refuge at the end of the quiet trail. She knew her brother wouldn't be worrying about her just yet, it was customary for an assassin to visit their client after the hit was taken care of.

The sky was in an array of colors, deep purple and navy blues were the dominant coloration, while orange and pink began to rise. She sighed, watching as her breath furled out into the cold morning air, lingering for all to see. Rhys knew it was not wise to let your breath to be seen, a dead give away that you were there, but this land was inhabited by a widely feared beast.

When her client had reached out to her, she was surprised, it was not often that you find a human mated to a beast, and the human was just as dangerous as the mate. Shaking her head in disbelief that still lingered, she kept a steady pace. Once the trees started to thin out and the grass got taller, she knew she would come across the prowling beast soon.

Coming to a halt, she stood silently before a gorge that had a wobbly rope bridge. She did not dare go across it, she knew first hand how people were nowadays, humans and Wolves alike. Plopping down against a sturdy tree, she waited for her client to come out of the cottage that was just in her view.

Shrugging off her bag, she placed it between her legs, riffling through its contents, searching for something to eat when her stomach growled. Grumbling in aggravation when she could not find anything she knew Marius probably took the last bits of her food. The thought of the lanky boy had her worrying.

He attracted every kind of danger than one could image, she'd be surprised if he had not managed to hurt himself one way or other on the way back to camp. That is, if he did make it back. A twinge of sorrow tugged at her heart just thinking about it, he was too young and lively for the live he was thrusted into, it was not his fault though. By chance came across a Sensor, one of the members of the Council, a man with the ability to sense the begins of a supernatural ability.

She remembered when they brought in the blond, it was the day of a meeting, before it had started she had situated herself against one the concrete walls, tapping one of her knives against it. Rhys was only fifteen at the time, yet renowned member. Her brothers were chatting lowly between themselves a ways down the hall, but she watched at the young child of eleven was brought in, wide eyes full of wonder and terror.

His hazel eyes met her blues, she raised a confronting brow at him while the men guiding him chuckled while passing. Everyone was curious about her, Rhys-Windsor, the electric manipulator, the only female who had somehow been blessed with a power, and she hated it. But the child looked at her with awe, she had concluded they informed him about her.

Sauntering down the hall after the child was gone, she figured out what the meeting was about, placing the child with another assassin or in a group. Halting by her brothers, she grabbing each one's shoulder, drawing their attention to her.

"A child has arrived, no telling who they'll place him with." She grumbled, not fancying the idea of a new group member.

Every year they tried to place a newbie with them, somehow they always ended up getting killed. The siblings by oath never found enough reason to protect the new ones, seeing as they were already grown men.

"A child you say?" Saber rumbled out, stroking his beard.

"What can it do?" Leto peered down at her, she shrugged.