The Mark of the Hunters

Growing up, I had always been the "shy, introverted, and goth" girl. It wasn't fun, but I dealt with it. What I had no power over however, was people ostracizing me for having two soulmates, instead of the one that they all had. I grew up alone, and I stayed in my own bubble, but now. . . Now people were having to step out of their comfort zones. Having to talk to and interact with people they never had before.

Why you may ask? It was simple. People in our hometown were going missing. I'm not talking your average missing persons cases either. I'm talking going on a hike, and then vanishing into thin air. Normally a hiker or two will wander off the path every year and get lost, but they are almost always found, and even then its usually a tourist. These were people we had grown up with. The Police and State Troopers didn't have any clue what was going on, and I was scared. Hell everyone was. We needed someone to figure out what was going on and fast. We needed a hero.

And if two Delicious looking men in plaid happened to walk into the diner I worked at during my shift and start asking questions? Who was I to complain? As long as I got a good tip, and a little excitement out of it? I was all for it. Maybe I would even find my soulmates in all the chaos. It was a brave new world out there, and I was ready to start my adventure.