━━━ i. the wild hunt.

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 chapter one

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chapter one.


THIS IS A STORY about becoming the hero the hard way.

Veronica Morillo has never considered herself a hero nor a villain, strolling the country with Dual Kindjals strapped to her back alongside her family hunting whatever goes bump in the night. To some hunting feels like something you have to do because you more than the clueless but to Veronica hunting is what she's best at, it's the only thing she knows how to do right without messing it, it would be ludicrous of her to give it up.

The raven haired couldn't hear her own breath, the subtly movement of her chest brushing the window frame told her she was as her body slides underneath the gap inclining her weight on her toes to not make much noise. Sneaking out was easy, her parents preferred when they'd hunt in pairs especially when it's a family but she could do this on her own without any help from them. Wendigos haven't been seen for awhile but shes read about them in her family's journal so in a way, she has fought them through her ancestors. Those the Walcott's have been quiet, going after the ones people might not notice but she picked up on the pattern, it gives her chills recalling the only way they can survive is by eating human flesh. That should not be allowed, if they want the champion belt of being the most distrubing supernatural then they can have it.

Veronica knows she could hunt them down and paint her nails at the same time. That's how easy they're to kill or maybe, she's just that good. It's clearly the second choice.

The tiny hairs on her skin stands making her body tense, there's someone behind her and it couldn't be either of the Walcott because they're sound asleep, that leaves two people. Her eyes rolled at the mere thought. When they were close enough, her fingers clutched one of Kindjal and whirled around pointing it for their throat close to scratch them if they took a heavy breath.

"You aren't suppose to be here." The raven haired muttered, clear irritation swimming her eyes debating whether to move the weapon or not and decided the latter, knowing well her sister would tattle if her kindjal scratched her.

"Neither should you." Yoselin quipped without missing a beat, her chin tilted towards her lacing her fingers behind her back, the bright smile on her glossed lips taunting her. Veronica was very tempted to hit. "Not without backup."

"Okay, then what are you doing here?" The ebony inquired, crossing her arms over her chest tilting her weight on her left leg.

"Here to make sure you come back breathing." Yoselin replied, her arrogance dripping off her like ice cream as she flipped out a small dagger and caught it by the handle. It was petit, almost unnoticeable but sharp enough to cause serious damage.

Veronica rolled her eyes, returning her kindjal in the strap. "You mess this up and I'll make your death look like an accident."

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