❝ 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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The Barnes siblings evacuated their hired car down a servitude road, ensuring that it was out of sight from any people that were to pass by.
They had all agreed to scout Stonehaven- to look for any signs of Malcolm's presence on the property before advancing.
Cami pulled out a strong scented pine essence that they'd purchased and massaged it into the skin on her wrists and neck. Even if Stonehaven wasn't home to a werewolf, it was still private land and they couldn't afford to be caught.
Her brothers mimicked the trick they'd came across years back when Joe had accidentally knocked over a bottle of cologne, aiding in the siblings escape from an angered mutt.
"Let's split up to cover more ground. Cami, you take West and Joe, East. Don't stray too far," Oliver delegated, motioning in opposite directions.
The brunette girl slung her quiver over her shoulder and advanced off in direction she was to venture. She reminded herself that their plan was not to ambush, even though the siblings were armed with enough firepower to take out an army of men. The plan was to survey, to scout for any signs of Malcolm. Then they'd regroup and devise a strategic abduction should he be there.
Cami weaved onto a narrow path- a running route. She analyzed the smudged footprints that strode off deeper into the forest. The prints undoubtedly belonged to that of a wolf. And with an absence of wolves naturally in Bear Valley, she speculated them to belong to a werewolf.
Though, she'd been tracking werewolves since she could walk, one case still stuck in her mind. Her father, with a rifle resting on his shoulder, eyes on the ground hunting sets of clawed prints. Cami was no older than 7 when she witnessed her first wolf. A pitch black beast that towered over her and Oliver, contemplating their deaths. A shot rang out and the darkness fell to its side. She was terrified then. Not anymore.
Cami halted in her course as a sea of mist made its journey around her. Whispers chatted a distance away and she bolted to a sturdy tree. The Barnes family had encountered very few witches during their time active- they were never the easiest to find yet at this moment Cami knew she was faced with magic.
The brunette girl scattered up the tree, high enough that passerby's could not see her. She readied her bow, scanning for any figures that advanced towards her.
The mist had slowly dispersed and the chatters seemed further from her. They weren't looking for her, but rather for someone else.
Cracks of branches caught her attention as a bulky, blonde haired man pushed through the vegetation and made his way onto the running path. His eyes whipped from side to side, searching for something. He abruptly stopped, near the tree in which Cami hid and drew in a deep breath.
The girl recognized the signs. He smelt something. He smelt her. And he was a werewolf.
Swinging herself out of the tree, the brunette girl landed at his side catching the muscular man off guard. She swiftly kicked in his knees, however, he managed to take her down with him. Cami wriggled out of his grip, discarding her bow and reaching for the knife by her waist. She slashed into his side, causing him to groan. His hand subconsciously trailed to the wound, giving the smaller brunette an opportunity to overpower him.
Cami kicked out, connecting with his nose. The scruffy looking man flew backwards and hit the ground with a thud.
"Malcolm Danvers? Do you know him?" The brunette asked, towering over the man, her gun pointed directly at his temple.
The man furrowed his brows in confusion, before huffing at her question.
"Do you know him?" She repeated once more. Cami kept her cool when retrieving information and perhaps that was what threw her opponents off. The man himself had always riled himself up and found torture to be his means of interrogation.
The man nodded, "Why is he in Bear Valley?"
He simply looked at her, not willing to formulate and answer to the question that still baffled him. From what he'd learnt, Malcolm was running from something, but that something was still unclear. Cami glared at the man. She had to find something, they couldn't afford to go back to square one. Especially now that they knew hunters were on their trail.
"Clay!" A voice called a distance away, startling the small brunette. She shot the man a look that meant death if he were to speak.
"Up," Cami commanded. Clay groaned in pain as he raised onto his feet. His hands clung onto the gash on his side.
She contemplated shooting him on spot, but the sound of a bullet ringing out would certainly attract more of them to her location and she couldn't out run a werewolf.
"Answer this and I'll let you walk," Cami spoke sternly, catching the man's attention. He knew better than to attack. If she'd wanted to kill him, she'd have done so long before.
"What is Malcolm Danvers doing in Bear Valley?"
Clay met the brunette girl's desperate gaze. She needed answers to the questions they'd been asking for years. Danvers has to be put down before her rained anymore havoc.
He simply shrugged, he'd told her too much already and he wasn't risking to let anything slit to a human.
The sound of sticks breaking echoed close to where the small girl held the wolf captive. She couldn't risk running into more of them. She was skilled but they would easily overpowered her and mercy did not come naturally to a pack of wolves.
A sun beam glistened down from the gap between the trees, highlighting the wedding band on the man's finger. He had someone. And that someone could be used as leverage.
"You'll turn around- find your friend and go back to Stonehaven," She began, stepping out of the way with her gun still aimed at his temple, "If you come after me, we will slaughter everyone you've ever crossed paths with. Starting with your girl."
Clay gulped, as the smaller woman spat threats at him and his family. She wasn't faking it and he knew. She was deadly and when one came for a hunter, the others would not stand down until justice was served.
He nodded, turning slowly and advancing towards where he'd last heard Nick call out for him. Once he'd moved off far enough, the blonde man glanced over his shoulder and she was gone.
