Chapter Eight - Hunting

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Everyone had finished with their rooms.

“Alright everyone! First hunting session!” I call.

“Hang on! Hang on!” I hear Apollo yell.

Well, almost everyone. Apollo and Chuck finally decided on a divider line 5 minutes ago and are currently placing finishing touches around their room. I hear them stumble through the pile of junk outside their room and down the stairs as I look at the seconds ticking by on my black owl timepiece on the chain around my neck.

“Okay, you lot!” I put my hands on my hips as Apollo and Chuck join us. “There’s a forest beyond the field out back of here. Change into wolves once we’re secure and unwatched. Radars up and let’s go.”

We zipped into the forest and found a little clearing. We did a full 360⁰ sweep scan and found one camera, a badger, a rabbit, and insects within a 5 metre radius of here. Having taken out the camera, we morphed into grey wolves.

“Okay, we’re going to hunt animals,” I think to all of them. “Not as filling as humans, nor is it as amusing, but it’s what we’ve got.”

“I see deer 20 metres ahead,” Darva reports.

“Good, how many?” I ask.

“Seven.”

“Okay then. Leave three. Take three others with you. One deer, one Demon, got it?”

Darva nods and selects Dessa, Alexis, and Scar.

“Six rabbits to the east,” Misty sniffs the air, “fifteen and a quarter of a metre away.”

“Take one person, well one wolf I guess, with you. Two rabbits, one Demon, clear?”

“Affirmative,” she winks and takes Celeste.

“Chuck, you getting something?” I ask, noticing his curious behaviour.

He nods. “Just tracked two foxes, east-south-east, quarter of a mile.”

“Go, take someone.”

“Hey Al, let’s go,” he tosses his head to the side, indicating the direction to run.

“So I’m stuck with you three; the pack leader, gentle giant, and neat freak,” Apollo notes.

“Shut up. I just tagged ten badgers two hundred metres south-south-east.” I train my nose on the badger family. “Come on.”

We run towards the badgers and get there in under a minute. The badgers don’t hear us. Good.

“Decapitation first, people,” I send to everyone. Then to my group, “Two badgers to one Demon.”

Soundlessly and quickly, we zone in on the badgers.

Crack!

We break the bases of their skulls simultaneously in one fluid movement and rip them to shreds to eat. Oh yes, we also take souls and those souls add to our personality and abilities. I was skilled enough to slay a dragon once so I can breathe fire, fly, and have bullet-sword-and-fire-proof scales. Then this wimp on a horse gets all the credit. He was unconscious for the whole thing.

Anyway, I’ve also killed a number of birds, wolves, and mutants among many others. We can gain traits, characteristics, anything really, from our victims.

“Hey, where’d the other one go?” Blaire sniffs around.

She only had one dead badger and the other one was on her back. Nalin saw too and staked the little thing with his claws and dropped it in front of Blaire’s face.

“Thanks, Nalin,” she nods and tears it up.

“No problem – one more soul for me,” he winks, which is really odd to see a wolf do.

Blaire jumped on Nalin, and, being the stronger one, she was able to hold him down.

“You didn’t,” she snarls.

“Hey! Relax, girl! I didn’t get its heart, alright?” Nalin holds his claws up in the universal ‘I surrender’ sign.

Blaire snarls fiercely before backing off to retrieve the badger’s soul. We Demons are very touchy when it comes to souls. If you take a soul that belongs to another Demon, it’s seen as a challenge to the death. Then the winner takes the other one’s souls. Fortunately I’m around to stop any fight.

~*~*~

After we’ve eaten, I get everyone to the house to get them prepped up for school.

“Why do we have to go to school?” Alvaro whines in a child-like manner.

“To seem normal; we don’t want to raise suspicion,” I reply.

“This school. What’s it called? What’s it like?” Misty asks.

“Well, it’s called Azure. Most of us will be going to the Azure high schools, however Lizzi and Cal will be going to the Azure elementary. And they have a dress code.”

“Here we go,” Apollo groaned.

“No offensive wording in any way anywhere. No heels higher than two inches. Tattoos must not be in coloured ink or bigger than four inches from any point. Skirts must be at least mid-thigh. All students must wear at least one blue item.”

“Wow, only five rules for dress code?” Scar raises an eyebrow. “At all the schools I’ve been to, there were at least ten.”

“Oh yes, that reminds me; if you’re confused about human stuff, ask Scar,’ I send to everyone’s minds.

“Oh great,” Scar mutters in our minds. “I’m going to have to fill you clueless lot in on human 101.”

We all laugh.

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