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I hope not Fire... I hope. I responded and cried as Manik smashed the wolfsbane up and began plastering the mushy wet remains against my bleeding wounds.

Firestorm and I howled in pain at the poison slipping into us. My back arched and I shook against the locks. I kicked the best that I could. I screamed. But nothing worked. The pain was too much.

Manik was muttering something as she put the remaining wolfsbane in my mouth. I grimaced and tried to spit it out. Before I could her hand clamped over my mouth and I jerked as I tried to get it out somehow.

"Swallow." She ordered and I glared at her. But she was winning. The vile plant mush was slowly going to the back of my throat. I'd swallow it sooner or later. Then after a few moments of struggling I involuntarily swallowed it and groaned in pain and self frustration.

The pain intensified and I cried in agony.

"It's okay." My father said petting my head and I gave him a deadly glare.

"It's not!" I wanted to scream but I still couldn't. Everything started to blacken and I fought to stay away.

Firestorm? I said softly and got nothing in reply. I felt weak and strangely empty.

No it can't be... I thought and tried to feel her.

Firestorm! I yelled but only silence answered and I was swallowed up by darkness as my eyes finally shut. I'd lost the battle.

I'm sorry it took so long.

I feel like this chapter was choppy... excuse me if it was.

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I'll update soon hopefully!

Bye,

Kayla ���

Katlyn's P. O. V.

I woke up to a horrible burning on my neck. A groan escaped my lips and I slipped out of bed only to pause before my feet touched the floor.

Where was I?

I looked around the unfamiliar room and frowned. Normally I would've been hyperventilating, thinking I'd been kidnapped, but no, I only felt confused and a flicker of uncanny annoyance.

The room was gray. The bed was lined with gray covers, pillows, sheets. The headboard was a muted black. The walls resembled the dull tone of elephant skin. The wood borders along the wall floor were the color of the great animals' ivory tusks. A black furry rug lay on the ground showing out against the light gray tile of the floor. The doors, three of them, one white and two off white.

I let my feet touch the cool tiles before I stood up. I went to the door and opened it only to frown when I saw a closet full of clothes. I tried the white door after shutting the closet and gracefully stepped out into a short hallway.

"Mom? Dad?" I called and in moments I heard movement. I followed the noise to find my parents in what looked to be a living room.

"Oh honey you're awake... how are you?" My mother said and I shrugged.

"Where are we?" I asked scratching an itch on my neck but instantly pulling away from pain.

"We moved... Katlyn don't you remember? After you brought home that dog we had to move but he couldn't come so we had to leave him there." My mom said and I frowned.

"What dog? What about Dalton mom?" I said and my mother gave a bitter smile.

"Dalton left dear. He betrayed you." She said and I tilted my head in confusion. Dalton was my best friend, what was she talking about?

"What?" I breathed and my father grunted.

"Let's just get to the point. He lays in bed with a man, a werewolf at that." He said curtly and for some reason that made my blood boil. Dalton's gay? Why didn't he tell me? And what's this about werewolves?

"A werewolf?" I said in a sharp voice and he nodded.

"Werewolves don't-" I started to say but my mother cut me off.

"Do you feel that feeling inside of you? That urge?" She asked and I remained silent, knowing very well that I felt it.

"We're Hunters Katlyn. We hunt those vermin down like the animals they are." My father said and I felt the feeling spark.

"You up for a little hunting?" My mother said with a smile and I nodded feeling excitement and need rush through me. Why not?

"Here." She said tossing me a gun which I caught with skill. My mother gave me an approving nod and tossed me a holster which I slipped it in. Everything just felt natural.

My parents grabbed an assortment of weapons then hid them away into their clothes and such.

"Let go hunting gals." My father said and we all left our house and loaded up in the car.

We'd been driving for some time before we made it to some woods. My dad stopped the car and we all got out.

"This is where most rouges pass through. Should be a good hunt." My mother explained while we walked into the brush. The trees offered many hiding places and I scanned the area to the best of my abilities... then I heard it.

A growl.

I whirled around and fired smirking as I heard a yelp of a wolf. It stumbled out and shifted back to a young woman. She snarled at me and lunged before suddenly stopping. Her yellow eyes studied me.

"Luna-" she started but a bullet made her head fling back and blood dripped down her face. Her dead body slumped at my feet. No pity touched my heart only annoyance that someone killed her before I did.

"Abigail!" A roar of agony rang out and a man with pained and angry eyes lunged at my father who shot him down quickly. I looked at the dead couple and rolled my eyes.

"What now?" I asked and my mother smiled.

"The best part." She said and hurried away to get something. My father stood beside me as we waited for her return. She came back holding a canister.

My father smiled softly and I watched in mingled curiosity as she dowsed the carcasses in a liquid. The pungent odor filled my nose and I stepped back some. Gasoline.

"Verum in morte. Ave, verum corpus. In mortis examine." My mother said and I frowned. Some of that sounded oddly familiar.

"It means: Truth in death. Hail, true body. In death's test." My father explained and I nodded slowly. He pulled out a lighter and in a flash one body was burning. In moments so was the other.