For Good | Hale- TO/TW [8]

7 | Hunter Versus Hunted

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The old distillery stands tall in the middle of the gloomy woods. Its metal exterior bounces the light of the moon away from the light interior. The stench of gunpowder looms over the building like a second skin. A lone hunter with dirty blonde hair paces inside, a shotgun in her hands.

Taylor Argent bites down hard on her lip. Not only is she up against Lexi Hale, the Original Alpha who even her grandfather could not kill, but she was up against the last remaining Hales, all strong and all murderous.

She looks at her table of weapons, most stained with the blood of unsuspecting werewolves. She glances at the opened letter that sits next to her favorite baton. The letter her mother gave her before she died.

The letter with Taylor's purpose and mission.

A howl tears through the forest, accompanied by a coyote call and other wolf roars. A pack reunited. All coming for one hunter's head.

What the human does not know is that the predators are not coming. They are already here.

As more howls echo through the night, Taylor tenses her shoulders and body. Her eyes remain on the large doors before her. She points her gun.

The doors open and dozens of hunters swarm her. She relaxes. "Couldn't have knocked?" She asks.

"They're coming," a hunter says, a scar running down his neck. "All of them."

"We gotta run," another hunter says. "They're gonna kill us!"

"Shut up, Montgomery," Taylor snaps. "You knew what you were getting into. We run now, and the monsters win."

A dark-haired hunter steps forward, her eyes narrowed. "You provoked them, didn't you?"

Taylor sends them her famous smirk. "What else would you expect of an Argent?"

A low chuckle echoes through the distillery. "Nothing more than hatred and manipulation."

Taylor stiffens at the accented voice. She turns to see a hooded figure hanging in the beams on the ceiling. Her red eyes glow in the darkness.

Another set of red eyes appear next to the first pair. A set of blue glow from behind the pair, accompanied by red. A coyote howls right outside the distillery.

The original red-eyed figure drops to the ground, her hood covering her face. No one needs to look at her to know who she is. The coyote jumps through a window, glass shattering loudly.

The hooded woman straightens her back, throwing her hood off. She stares at Taylor with malice and rage. "You killed Peter Hale."

The coyote shifts back into a human. The woman stands and glares at all of the silent hunters. "You shouldn't have done that," Malia states.

The other eyes drop from the hidden ceiling, revealing Derek, Laura, and Cora. All stand next to the red-eyed woman.

"He shouldn't have killed my mother," Taylor snaps.

"Maybe your mother shouldn't have killed our family," Cora says. "Or maybe you should get your facts right."

"Kate's throat was ripped out by Peter, that's true," Derek says as Taylor's resolve crumbles. The hunter looks at him, confused. "But he didn't kill her."

"Kate came back, killed half a dozen Calaveras," the Alpha says, stepping forward. She tilts her head to the side. "She was a were-jaguar. And, as you know, it is an Argent's specialty to put down rabid dogs."