An enslaved pack ruled by a merciless dictator. A pack of assassins out for blood and revenge.
A lone wolf who can't find his place among any of it.
Through betrayal, binding pacts, and revolutionary acts, with more shadows looming between the tree...
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With Wren only getting worse, Jessie left in the morning to the medical ward for supplies. She was given only what she would need for Wren, mostly mixes for his sore throat and pills to break his fever. Jessie walked through the Compound, struggling with a broken zipper on her bag as she walked. Trench was beside her, having been her escort. A few Hunters gave her glances as they walked by and suddenly her ankle caught. She crashed to the floor and the bag fell at her side, bottles scattering. Chuckles followed her and Jessie just sighed.
Trench moved for her moments too late. He shot a look to passing Hunters and gathered up the bottles. "Ignore them," he told the medic and set the bottles back into the bag. "Are you okay?"
Jessie pushed a hand through her wild curls and sat back on her knees. "Thanks. I'm alright." She looked around the near empty hallway and finally managed to force the zipper closed.
The Hunter stood first then offered a hand to her next. "So I guess the kid's not doing too well?"
She took his hand with a smile and pulled herself back to her feet. "He'll do better. He fell asleep just before I left, and that should help. Lynea is all over him, too."
"I'd imagine so," Trench said and continued on with her. "It's good he's got a mom like that."
"Or at least someone who acts as his mother," Jessie said with a light shrug. "I don't think...well, it doesn't matter."
Trench raised his brow at her, silently urging her to continue. "Wherever Wren came from, Lynea is his mother." She smiled up at him and shrugged. "We're all his family."
"He's lucky to have you all," Trench said. They moved down a new hall and passed into a different section of the Compound that held doors with windows in them, peering into what looked like classrooms.
Jessie paused to smile at the different classrooms and then started with Trench again. "I didn't know you had classrooms. It makes sense, but still."
"It makes sense?" Trench said and even allowed a laugh. "I hope you don't think we teach kids how to kill and make hooded coats look fashionable."
"No?" Jessie laughed. "That's all I thought it was, because those coats are amazing on you guys."
"Well they do give you a sense of badassery," Trench mused and flashed her a grin before glancing into another classroom they passed. "Most Hunters prefer to have their kids schooled here, though. Public school's a thing but they learn all the same stuff here."
"It would be nice." Jessie ducked out of the way as a Hunter moved by, though there were fewer than in the other hallways. "They're different ages," she pointed out. "That's different."
"Well everyone learns at a different pace," Trench said with a shrug. "That's how the grade levels work here anyway."
"Sounds a lot better than my school," Jessie said. She laughed and shook her head. "Our high school always smelled and the kids were just...mean."
