Hunters Bloodline

Hunters Bloodline

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The sound of my feet hitting the ground went in one ear and out the other as I continued my run in the woods. Flashes of my dead husbands body on the ground and remembering his last I love you. I had no destination in my mind, but I did know I was running from what just happened. The BITE, The GUNSHOT, and the BLOOD. There are horrible creatures running around this world and the monster that had set my husband up for death. I had to shake my head as if to rid the thoughts that just kept flowing and flowing through my mind as if like the rains that happened on the evening in Mays'. My thoughts went to tracking. But how can you track a cold blooded killer, if they were not wanting to be found. Lucky for me I knew too much about these creatures and had been studying them for the four years since the passing of my dear Arthur. It was like instinct kicked in after his death and I had to train like my life depended on it cause it does. I built up the muscle to go after these creatures and the endurance. But was it enough to keep me safe from becoming like them and leading to the fate like my love had come too. I guess it's my choice, but the puzzling thoughts keep coming to mind. What if he does this to another family or worse more of my family. I had already lost my husband and my brother to these creatures.I couldn't lose anyone else. So I dug deeper into them, learning their weaknesses and how it could destroy their kind. Could I do this alone or would I have to call for help? Would I have the gut to be able to drag others into this knowing full well they could get killed, just for me to have the satisfaction of having the predator that killed my husband, dead. At the cost of others peoples lives. My name is Elena Kingston and I am on the hunt for the werewolf named Trevor that destroyed my life.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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