~82 ~

Dressed in my training outfit of black jogger and plain armless T-shirt. I pulled my hair up in a tight ponytail with a band and then slipped on my ankle boots that was starting to wear out already. I quickly tied the shoelace into place before heading out to meet Silas and the others.

I followed Silas to the pack's armory room housing a vast set of weapons to equip myself for the hunt.

My eyes settled on the familiar bow hanging on the wall and I immediately went for it. I picked a quiver filled with arrows and hung it on my back before reaching for a black leather gloves as well.

Satisfied with my items, I turned to walk away but paused in my next hasty step when I noticed a short blade with black leather handle lying across the wooden table and picked it up.

It was light yet warm and rough around the edges but fit right into my palm like it was made just for me. There was something intriguing about the blade that makes it different