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g them ourselves. The earpiece in my ear buzzes; I quickly guide my hand there and press the button. My father is the only leader who can't join us in the ambush- he's dealing with medical issues, and everyone agrees we need to keep him safe. So, he's in the underground bunker with the tech team, who will s

n is on my back. I let my gaze roam over the crowd and raise an eyebrow at their choice of weapons. Sometimes we need something practical and quick-functioning, so I can only pray for those who chose arrows and machetes. Some of these kids wouldn't have enough time to swing the

onster heads as mine, you can talk to me. Until then, keep your filthy mouth shut, for I won't hesitate if I have to take out someone who puts our operation in danger. Do not distract me or anyone here. Got it?" I growl at the teens. They all n

reason for that. They are cold-blooded creatures that use their good looks to lure humans in and kill us one by one. I fix my gaze on a woman, who seems to be the same age as me. Right before my eyes, she suddenly turns her head and walks toward a man who resembles a mountain of muscle. He opens his arms, and she jumps on him; they both repeat the same word. "Mate." I'm not sure what it means to her, but I can't stop staring at them. Monsters or not, they radiate so much happiness, like this is the ultimate high of their lives. I've never seen

," she whispers as she settles down next to me. "Here," the girl hands me a smal

d me the red cloak; I've never participated in a hunt or battle without wea

she feel intimidated by my presence? "You are something of a legend a

have taken a few training classes, but they were indoors. I will sound like a stalker, but I have never seen you train with the others; if anything, you leave and come back from the woods later. Do you train at all anymore? Or do you hunt while other

an assassin, and this is the job I do. If you want me to be honest - you are lucky. You are lucky because you get to fight each other and show off your skills while getting little to no injury. My case is a little different. You'

me and whispers. "Excuse my ig

uninhabited areas. Long story short, they go crazy and lose what little humanity they have in them. Therefore, for me, they are the perfect creature for me to train with. Rogues feel nothing but a thirst for blood and the urge to survive." I can see she is thinking of another question as

he werewolves immediately return the same energy, and something tells me they knew of our plans. I drop the idea

t and lunges at me from behind, but my reflexes are almost as good as theirs. I have enough time to grab the silver dagger and throw it at th

. The cry of pain catches my attention, and my eyes widen at sight before me. E

nges at me. I didn't expect that even after all the years of being a hunter and assassin. No wonder my father always told me the only person I had to watch out for wa

dle beneath me. The whole scene turns into