THE HUNTERS: The Fallen Kingdom Awakens

Part 1.2

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My eyes and ears focus on the leaky faucet, drip-drop. The constant dripping water was driving me insane. The cell walls are covered in dried blood and grime. The floor is covered in an unknown wet substance, with a metal bucket sitting in the corner.

I focus on the dripping faucet to control my raging anger. Next to the metal bucket sat the stupid witch. I can see Isabella biting down on her fingernails, probably ingesting the dirt underneath them. Her small body sat in a ball moving back and fourth, as if she were rocking a baby.

I can see the rest of our group across from my cell, all trying to keep a brave face, but the loud beating of their hearts gave away their panic. My eyes focus on the faucet to keep my self contained. Though I am still angry, perhaps the little witch's mistake could turn into a blessing. She said this 'Alpha' was oh so powerful! But if I got to know the layout of this land, and everything about this pack, I could easily take them down. I can feel the smirk spread across my pale face, oh wonderful day!

"Amy," a honey voice calls, "are you okay" the witch asks. I only smile and nod in return. This foolish witch has given me exactly what I needed. Now, how do I get these mutts to trust me? Perhaps I could give them a sob story about being forced to be a hunter? Would these dogs even care for my tale of woe? Perhaps not.

The loud screech of the metal door swings open, three large men coming into our cell, "the alpha will see you now to give you your punishment," the hairy man said.

Punishment?

"Get up," the ugly one grips me by the arm, and drags me out the cell, Isabella following closely behind.

We stop in front of a wooden door after five minutes of being dragged around, "enter," a voice calls from the other side. My body seemed to react to the unknown voice, a shiver going down my spine. Oh no...

I've heard the hundreds of stories of how my father met my mother, and the many adventures they had. Quite the rebellious teens those two were.

My heart seemed to stop as the door opened. A large room painted in gray with dark accents stood before me. Seeing the large man sat on a throne made of bones made me question myself. Was Isabella right to want to leave?

The clanging of chains that bound my wrists together echoed in my ears. The man who sat before me is a haunting sight; dark hair and soulless eyes. I could smell the sorrow and rage that filled his entire being. My eyes flickered across the room to find the source to my pounding heart. I could feel his sweet presence.

I was pushed to my knees before my eyes could find their target, "kneel before the Monster of the Mountains! The Rogue Slayer! And, The Beast of the Fallen Ash!" I could see Isabella quiver beside me as I tried to keep my own fear down. The power that radiated off this man is immense, almost as powerful as my own family.

His face was grim as he stood from his sickening chair, his heavy feet stomped our way until he stood three feet in front of us. "Why have you crossed onto my lands," his voice coming out sharp.

A few seconds of silence was all it took to have the guard behind me yank at my hair as the Alpha snarled in my face. I could feel the burning sensation on my scalp as the hairy man yanked harder, ripping a few pieces of hair out.

Looking into those dead eyes, I knew this was the moment. This was the moment my father had trained me for. I moved my eyes to connect to his, I calmed my erratic heart, and never once let my fear show on my face. His gaze never broke mine for the minutes that passed, until he realized I wasn't giving up. A silent breath left me as he turned away.

His movements were slow, yet calculated. He moved fast, my eyes almost missing the action as the thick blanket of blood covered my body. I wanted to close my eyes, to turn back time and miss the scene completely, but I could not. I could not turn my eyes away from the dead body of my closest friend. A large gash now covered the pale skin of her neck.

"Why are you here," the low voice called for my attention, but all I could do was stare at the body. Hours ago I vowed to kill her, and now here she was. Dead. I felt the yank of my hair, this time it was the alpha who held my head in his right hand, and a bloody knife in his left, "speak, hunter!" He spit.

"Woof,"

His body began to tremble, the scent of anger releasing from his pores, "be grateful you are mated to my commander," he let go of my hair and began to walk away, "bring me the others," he yelled as the hairy man dragged me out of the room.

It wasn't long til I was back in my cell, this time alone. I move back to my previous spot and stare at the leaky faucet,

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