THE HUNTERS: The Fallen Kingdom Awakens

Part 1.1

Pitter, patter, on the grass, someone please, come bite me in the ass, the rhyme rings in my head as we move up the mountain. Since our last conversation, Isabella has yet to speak to me. I knew the thought of us facing this Alpha worried her, but she as well as I know, that a mere mutt could not kill us.

I continue to repeat the rhyme in my head, trying not to think of what Isabella had said, what had she not told our family? Why was she sorry? What was she keeping from us? Sadly, no matter how hard I tried to keep the thoughts away, they still stuck there. I let out a huff as I realize how soon Isabella's demise will come. She has been a loyal servant to the throne, a sister to me, and now she will die for withholding information.

I move closer to her, nudging her slightly, "I'm sorry," I whisper, making sure no one around us hears.

Her eyes shot to mine, "no, Amala, I am the one who should be apologizing. I have now realized the danger I put you in," her eyes growing slightly watery.

I stopped in my tracks, our unit not noticing as I hold Isabella back, "what do you mean?"

She mumbles a few incoherent words before I see the shield around us. We start walking again, speaking louder now that the shield is up. "There is a war coming," her eyes looking anywhere but mine.

"A war?"

She takes a quick glance at me as we continue following the unit, "yes. There are many powerful people at play," she now looks at me, "Alpha Rush, is one of them."

The shield goes down after a minute of no response from me. I kept to my thoughts as we continued our hike up the mountains, weapon in hand. The forest surrounding us seemed to get darker, the sun was out, but the forest made it seem as if it were night. The faint smell of ash reached my nostrils, black goop covered our shoes, bones and skeletons lay on the ground. I can feel my face forming into one of disgust, oh, how I wish I was back home with father and mother.

My eyes move to take in the appearance of our unit, all of us covered in dirt, some with leaves and twigs in their hair. My clothing was different than what I was accustomed too; green camouflage pants, a black tank top, and black combat boots. The weight of the bow and arrows that lay on my shoulder, the knife hidden in my boots, and the holster around my thigh, I looked like a true hunter. I will admit I have grown a liking to the clothing, but nothing could beat my favorite blue dress with my white stockings.

Farroh suddenly stops, putting a fist up, "Amy, Isabella, and Jasper, take the right, Connor, Darian, and Scott, go left. The rest of you follow me," he whispers, "remember, get in then get out. If you have a shot, take it. Whoever kills the beast, gets the biggest piece of rabbit for dinner," he grins then walks off with five of our unit.

"Amy Williams, let's get moving," Jasper calls, the other two already moving along. I nod and follow behind.

We move quietly through the trees, guns raised. I could see how relaxed our small group was by how their shoulders were hanging, Farroh never trusted us to be front and center, thrown into battle. That prick thinks he's better than the rest, except for of course Peter. I could smell the faint scent of wolves, though the scent was much different from a rouge. It smelled more tamed, more powerful...

"Amara, sit down!" Father scowls as he pushes me down into the seat, "now do your work, or you'll never be queen".

A sigh escapes the younger version of myself, "father, I have already read this seven times," I complain.

His brows furrow, "so, if I ask you a question from the book, you will know?"

I shook my head furiously.

"Very well," he sat beside me, "tell me all the differences between a pack wolf, and a rogue...

The memory fades as I recall why the scent is different. Wolves in a pack are stronger than those without one. I nibble on my lower lip, we should still be fine, I think to myself. My eyes glance at Isabella, watching as her wide eyes take in everything around her, "there are no wolves near," I shoot her a smile. She let's a large breath out as my words register in her head. She sends me a smile back.

It wasn't long til we spotted a large building made of wood, "that's the pack house," Jasper whispers. He catches my eyes for a moment before he raises two fingers in the air. We all nod in acknowledgment. Jasper perches himself on a tree, "I'll keep lookout, you two infiltrate the pack house. If you get caught, go near a window so I have a shot," we nod in agreement.

I grab Isabella, dragging her behind a large rock, "we can go through the left, there are no wolves there," I point across from us.

Isabella shakes her head, "Amala, I can't do this," her eyes pleading with me.

I grab at her arm as she tries to stand, and bring her back down to the ground,  "now is not the time, Isabella," I practically growl her name. "You are here to help me, now be a good witch and stand by my side," I pull her arm foward, only to have her pull it back.

"No!" She shouts. My eyes grow big at her disrespectful tone, "princess Amala, this is a danger to me. These past years I have been around the world, gaining intelligence, and making enemies. I had a plan for you to take over your crown, but being here..." she gestures towards the pack house, "you will die here. Let's leave, now!"

A dark chuckle erupts behind us, "no. You should stay a while," the gruff voice announces. My eyes stay glued to Isabella, my body unable to move at the powerful aura that resides behind my back.

Hate fills my entire being, "I'm going to kill you for this," I spit at the witch before multiple hands were gripping at me.