Growing up you had two options kill or be killed. That was the way of life for a hunter. Something that I was raised into becoming since the death of my mother when I was 6 months old. My brothers and I didn't know what it meant to have a stable life and income. We didn't even really exist, the people we were in school was almost like an act since we never went to a school for more than a few weeks. My oldest brother, Dean, was what you would consider a douche bag who always got the girl. My twin and older brother, Sam, was smart, kind of like a book worm who was always will to do research and be one step about the class. Then there was me. I was always kind, smart, and knew how to take care of myself since I didn't want my brothers watching over me like the baby sister I was. Even at a young age my twin and I knew that we wanted to be something more than a hunter. We worked hard in school to get full scholarships to the best schools that we could get into. Sam and I went to Stanford. Sam to become a lawyer, while i worked hard to become a registered nurse. We thought that we left the life as a hunter behind us. If only we knew how wrong we really were.