Huntress

“Ro!!”

“RO!! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?”

I groaned, blinking as I heard voices in the distance, opening my mouth and coughed my throat dry, “here!” I choked out.

Forcing myself to my feet I looked up into the dark sky, it was nighttime, I tried summoning my magick but I was too exhausted to even summon a tiny ball of light to indicate where I was.

“SAM HERE!” I shouted again and heard shouts and feet running towards me, light filled the air before me as the winter Fae used their own magick to create ‘witch-light’.

“Your ok!” Sam exclaimed as Sean pulled me out of the hole, hugging me tightly afterward and kissing me hard, which I returned happily.

“Yes, I’m fine and your guys?” I asked turning and getting a hug from my best friend.

“Bruises, cuts, etc but alive, the hounds are dead,” Sam replied, I noted the matted blood in her head from a cut on her forehead, a dark bruise already forming.

I smiled softly, “we won…but it is not over. My cousin, his friend and I need to have a very important conversation.”

“Yes but first you need to rest,” Sean said.

I shook my head, “Oh no, I am going to talk to him now. I am going to rub it into his smug face that I am alive and his precious hounds are dead.”

“I am going alone,” I added, “Sean take everyone to your house to get cleaned up and rested, I’ll return soon.”

Protests from Sam, Sean and shockingly Rhydian erupted. I lifted my hand for silence and much to my surprise they stopped talking. Rhydian took a limping step forward as if to pick me up and carry me but Sean noted the movement and snapped his hand out with a growl of protection. Rhydian returned the glare but stepped back.

“This is my fight and as happy and glad as I am that everyone here helped me, this is something I need to do on my own,” I replied, feeling energy returning to me as anger coursed through me.

“Go,” I said again turning walking away from them, somehow knowing none of them would follow me.

I walked past my house seeing its dark windows and a few houses down to knocked on Michael’s door, his mother opened it and looked at me with shock, I was dirty and disheveled, I grinned at her. If only she knew how much everything hurt at this moment

“Hi, Maryann,” I greeted her by first name cause she said it made her feel young, “
Is Michael and Damon here?”

“Upstairs in Micheal’s bedroom. Are you ok? Aren’t you suppose to be in Faerie”

“Yeah, I am fine. My friends and I came to this side and were playing capture the flag near The Alley.”

“OH!” she replied and smiled at her own memories, “go on up you know the way.”

“Thanks!” I replied cheerfully and up the stairs while Maryann joined her husband in the den where they had been apparently watching a movie.

I opened Michael’s door without knocking, “Nice alibi being here while I am being murdered,” I said as an introduction.

The two guys stared at me dumbfounded to see my alive.

“Not possible,” Damon said in a shocked tone.

I gave him a saucy smile, “oh no very possible see you seem to forget that one, I am not without friends willing to risk their lives for me and that two, I am stronger then you in every which way, physically, mentally and magickally.”

Well…maybe not physically but it sounded good.

“You two had better come up with a better plan to kill me because so far all your attempts have been lame.”

Damon looked livid and Michael actually looked mildly afraid of me. Damon approached me stopping where we were just barely touching forcing me to look up at him and I hated him for it.

“I will kill you. I will be the next pride leader,” he growled, “if you don’t want to die then you will leave, run away and never come back other wise you better always be looking over your shoulders because you never know what I will throw at you next. I won’t stop until I succeed and you are six feet underground.”

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