❝ we protect those who cannot protect themselves ❞
Throughout her life, Cami and her brothers were taught to hold their own. From learning how to cook and sustain themselves, to having to protect themselves against the ever they'd been exposed to.
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Camille folded her legs underneath her, shifting her weight in the lonesome wooden chair she sat in. Her brows furrowed as she skimmed through her family's journals. Books treasured by members of the Barnes clan passed down from generations to the next, now landing with the three siblings. Tales of witches, werewolves and more, their laws, rituals, and weaknesses. Cami, being the more studious sibling, claimed responsibility in studying the journals and learning the ways of the beings they hunted.
She flipped the discoloured page onto the next, rereading the account her ancestors wrote of the Salem Witch Trials and how mass hysteria broke out across Europe in the mid 17th century. People accused of practising witchcraft- nineteen individuals sentenced to death, only one of them being a legitimate witch. The Barnes's stayed clear of the trial and withheld their opinions of the matter. If the townsfolk had foundout about the hunters and what more lurked around, they'd have accused anyone of such outlandish titles. Yet, the family of hunters continued with their incentive- to restore the natural order and protect the ignorant. And to them, that meant expelling all unnatural beings.
Cami lifted her head as her young brother strolled into the room of their family home. Joe manoeuvred his way over to the far side of the basement, where they stored the majority of their weapons. Behind the sealed door hung artefacts that their ancestors used. Wooden stakes, bows, spears, knives. All relics that the siblings had admired since they were younger.
"You're going to drive yourself mad reading those books, Cami," Joe called from the concealed room. He stuck his head out from behind the door to eye his older sister, who seemed unperturbed at his remark.
"Too late,' She mumbled, her eyes fixed on the handwritten pages before her. So much effort put into remembering what they'd seen like they'd forget the unearthliness of the creatures they'd encountered over the centuries. She hadn't forgotten any of the faces they'd seen.
"Too bad the books won't help when you're face to face with a beast," He chuckled, loading a wooden stake into one of the crossbows.
Cami rolled her eyes at her brother's comments. He had always been too keen to fight and she often found herself reminding him of the great picture than just a killing spree. Footsteps made their presence, loudening as they descended into the basement. Oliver's muscular form advanced into the room where his two younger siblings bickered.
"We all know that Cam could kick both of our asses if she wanted to. Now, put that away before I shoot you with it," The older sibling reprimanded, causing Camille to straighten in her seat awaiting the presumed news.
Joe quickly discarded the well-kept weapon and watched his brother open his laptop, pulling up a webpage.
"There have been several wolf attacks in Bear Valley over the past few months, and I've received word that Malcolm Danvers is connected to these killings," Oliver spoke, displaying a news article on the killings. Three individuals, one being a child brutally mauled by what they claim to be a wolf.
"Malcolm Danvers? He's supposed to be dead," Cami questioned, perking up at the infamous name that had been scorched into the sibling's minds since the beginning of their training.
"We never saw a body. You know what these amateur hunters are like..." Oliver trailed on. He'd encounter many newly established hunters, claiming their trust for blood, but wetting themselves at the sight of that they hunted.
"So what? We head out to New York? Dad said we should keep our heads down for a while. The Spanish Alpha is out looking for hunters," Joe argued. His father had reiterated time after time that they take a short break after their last mission. The one that nearly landed all three siblings dead.
"The Spanish Alpha is also looking for Malcolm," Ollie snapped back.
We protect those who can't protect themselves. The mantra ran through Camille's mind over and over. Malcolm was a threat to everyone, human or supernatural and he needed to be put down.
"If we don't go we have the blood of the innocents, the blood of a kid on our hands. I say we take a trip down to Bear Valley," The brunette spoke, rising from her seat. She strode across to wear her younger brother stood in front of the weapons' room, reaching for her custom bow and handmade silver arrows.
"Pack your things. We leave in an hour," Ollie concluded, shutting his laptop and retreating back up the stairs to gather his things.
The remaining siblings grabbed what they needed from the arsenal, strategically deciding on the best means to restrain an experienced werewolf with. Silver arrowheads, bullets, knives- an excessive amount of armaments, but they would need all of it to take down Malcolm and whatever stood in their way.
"Dad is going to lose his shit," Joe huffed, shutting the door behind his sister as she made her way upstairs with one deadly duffle bag.
