Knox P. O. VA blast was heard in the air.Rows after rows of hunters were standing before the pack border.They had weapons in their hands and on their bodies. A fire of determination and hatred was burning there in their eyes.An oath to end us all was shining in their every movement.Hunting season was beginning. This time hunters were not only coming from different parts of America but also the world. They had their cabins in the east side of the forest. They had planned to end our existence then of the other animals here.They did not even know what was going to strike them. This time they would pay for their sins. Women and children of the pack were escorted to the underground safe house by my mother and other female members of the pack. Series of warriors were standing on the border waiting for the fight to begin. They were fighting for their lives. They were fighting for their families and loved ones . Facing the enemies face to face they were showing their loyalty to the pack. T

Kimberly P. O. VLiving here was like living in an army camp. You have to do everything in time. Every hunter had night duty to guard the cabins. Each night six hunters were ordered to guard. Dad and I got our cabin a little far from the other hunters. We settled here yesterday.Morgals are coming today. The youngest son of Morgals was going to take over the family legacy. Nobody knew that the previous Morgal head had a son. No one knew what he looked like. It appears both hunter family heirs were unknown to everyone there . Unfortunately one was to continue and the other to make its existence disappear from the face of the earth. Sitting at the breakfast table thinking about the next plan while munching my breakfast. "When are Morgals going to arrive here? ".Dad stopped in midair from putting the sandwich in his mouth. "I think they are going to be here in a few hours "."And how are we going to import the fake silver weapons?"He took a bite of his food still thinking about my w

Kimberly P. O. VI tried to pry his hand off my neck . His grip only got tighter. "I wil-l ne-ver marry y-ou even if you are the las-t ma-n on the ear-th. You jus-t wanted t-o marr-y me beca-use o-f my fa-mily stat-us am-ong the hunt-ers. You wan-ted to b-e the most pow-erful but I w-ill never let that ha-ppen. I will n-ever let that ha-ppen"."Why are you acting as if you are a saint ha? I know you hate them to the core for what they did to your mother. If you help me then we can have so much power and strength. We can kill everyone in your family. You can take your revenge for your mother's death and I get the title of most powerful hunter. You have no idea how much money we can have after the finish of this hunt".He jerked my head and left my neck. I fell on the ground taking a deep breath and I started coughing.My eyes watered. From where I was sitting I looked at him. "I will n-ev-" I stopped myself. If this moron helps me I can easily reach my goal. I need men anyway. Why d

Kimberly P. O. V'A young girl was chasing after something like a butterfly . She ran into a forest. I walked near to get a better look. A small boy ran past me into the forest. I walked into the forest. Everything was blurry. Sun was shining bright. For a few moments there was nothing other than tall trees, wild flowers and a dense forest before me. I walked deeper. Some movement caught my eyes. I walked closer there. I saw the boy and the girl. Their faces were not clearly seen. The girl was sitting in front of a tree holding one knee to her chest. The boy was kneeling in front of her. I walked closer and saw something red on her knees. The vision was not clear but I was sure the girl was hurt. The young boy tried to touch her wound. The girl flinched back. The boy was looking left and right trying to search for something. I think he found whatever he was looking for. He got up and walked to some herb-like plants. He plucked a few and returned to the girl. He kneeled before the gi

Kimberly P. O. VI patted on William's shoulder in a comforting manner. "I need to go. See if they have arrived here with the goods". I placed both my fist on my knees and pushed myself to stand up. I dusted myself and then looked at my father. He had a distant look on his face. He was looking at the fire but was not actually looking at the fire. My mother's death had done this to him. It broke him to such an extent that returning to his normal self was difficult.He was a walking shell. As much as I was happy that he remained loyal to mother and loved her with all his heart, I wanted him to move on because I had seen holding on to your past sometimes destroys your present and future. Past is a part of life that will always be there with you whether you want it or not but letting it cast its shadow on the future is a mistake. Everyone gets a second chance in life . If you hold onto your past ,judge your future and leave the chance because you feel like history is going to repeat its