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“I hope it’s not too much of a hassle…” Raven whispered carefully as Dave led her away from the colossal cabin.
“No! It’s fine.” He smiled warmly. Dave was wary around the young girl; her eyes held too much for someone of her age. So much pain that he was afraid of breaking her. Dave just wanted to go quickly back to his Kelly before he said something out of line.
The sounds of crunching leaves beneath Raven’s feet echoed throughout his ears as they wondered between the large trees. It was peculiar; Dave knew that wolves were quiet creatures, one with the forest around them. He knew that wolves had the ability to not make a sound while walking… Raven however was being quite loud through the forest. Dave’s eyes wondered to her feet, noticing the blisters and the dried blood coating her toes. Gulping, he quickly looked away, crushing a large stick under his thick boots as he did so. He noted she was still wearing a bloody rag of a dress; Elijah and Thalia no doubt more focused on the vampires than her attire.
“Um, there are clothes and shoes in the sleeping cabins…” Dave whispered back, his smile appearing more as a grimace as the red-head’s eyes stared blankly at him. There was no emotion in those grey eyes and it sent a chill down his rigid spine.

Raven just nodded.

Dave blocked his mind of all the things that could have happened to Raven to induce her lack of emotion and communication. They didn’t speak again for a few minutes as the red-headed youth followed the hunter towards the cabins. The hunter halted as he came across the tall thick trees around them, turning to Raven.
“How good are you at climbing?” Dave asked a blaze of excitement in his eyes. The hunter loved to climb; cliffs, trees, he thrived in heights. Raven frowned at his sudden energy and took a step back. Dave’s eyes were still shining as he pointed up. Her grey gaze followed his direction and spotted, hidden in the darkness, a home of wood.
“Is that...?” She questioned, frowning at the canopy.
“A treehouse? Yes, it is.” Dave answered, beaming. “This one’s all yours, the rest are dotted about the forest but you’ll be safe.”
“How?” Raven asked, looking up into Dave’s bright eyes. He felt unnerved at her stare; something was missing in those clouds.
“Well…” He started, staring up at the trees to avoid her orbs. “It’s one of the many secrets of the Hunters. Elijah’s idea.”
“He’s a good leader?” Was the next question out of Raven’s mouth. Taking him by surprise, Dave was left to think about his strong leader. He was known to the werewolves and vampires as many things; a lot of gruesome titles were on Elijah’s head. He was merciless, cruel and cunning towards his enemies. The Leader of the Hunters could strike down any enemy he faced; Elijah would take on any enemy that challenged him and take the bullet for any of his fellow hunters. He was young; only rising on 23 but he’d been through the lifetime of an experienced Hunter veteran. He treated his brethren like family; Elijah was always there for them. The cruel cunning commander taught his hunters everything they knew; Elijah was a role model to them. A smile came across Dave’s face as he thought of his leader.
“He’s the best I could ask for. That all hunters could ask for.” Dave grinned, a pride-filled look coming across his face. Raven stared at him; looked into his soul with a mere blink. Only a single nod came across her face, as she scaled the tree into the alcove. Dave left back to the cabin when Raven was half-way up the tall oak. When the young girl was sure that he had left, she let out a long breath. Her eyes filled with a series of emotions; none of them positive. Memories were battling at her brain, her heart beating faster at the mental commotion. Trembling white hands curled around the branches as she fought not only to climb, but to also push aside her assault until she was asleep. Broken nails dug into the wooden planks in the canopy as she hauled her body up onto the platform. Her arms screamed at the pulled muscles; but Raven was adamant on sleeping on something somewhat comfortable for one time in her memory. She had only slept on a concrete slab, and then against the scrapes of bark, Raven wanted to sleep with a blanket tonight.

Maybe it will help me?

Exhausted from her journey up into the crisp canopy, Raven flopped onto the long boards. She felt like she was lying on a cloud. The fluff beneath her and the soft breeze running over her body almost made her forget the state of her mind. Raven’s wolf was prowling back and forth in her mind; no matter how different her wolf had become over the experimentation, she still hated the smell of those knives. The red-head’s mind throbbed behind her eyes and her stomach was churning with a sensation she didn’t like. Resting her head under her hands, Raven shut her gaze from the world.

She was back on that concrete slab. The cool glaze sticking into her back as she felt her arms pricked. The substance ran around her body again and again, but the pain only grew with its increased dose. Raven’s scream sounded in the blank room making the hanging blades ring. The blades against the wall were usually crusted with her dried blood; but now a fresh coat was painted on. Her grey eyes were a startling white shade as pain soaked up her vision. Raven tried to adjust her arms but a searing sound sizzled on her wrists as she touched the silver cuffs. Flinching, arching her back, Raven trembled as another fit of fragile echoed around her body. Heart thudding, she tried to calm down her   heartrate. Her tears were leaking out in time with her tampered-with heart. The young girl breathed in through her nose heavily and the smell of her captors wafted into her nose. The black-furred wolf at the back of her mind howled at the memories; she was bleeding as well.
“Well?” One asked. Raven knew not to turn her head; it would only be asking for more. She knew who was talking either way, but she didn’t care at the moment. Raven just wanted the pain to go away; she wanted to see her family and spend a day in a flower meadow doing what she loved most.
“She’s improving.” The other said, his evil voice filling the gaps in her mind. Her old memories were leaving her and being replaced with his monstrous voice. It raised the red ringlets on her neck.
“What are your orders Master?” Number One asked. Pain was still thrumming through her system, her wolf healing dying slowly. Raven wasn’t improving; she was dying.
“Keep going.” The dark tone echoed again. “Make sure she’s capable. We need Reaper to be active in a few weeks.”
“Of course Master – shall I up the doses or continue at this rate?” The pathetic minion asked, not noticing Raven’s flinch at their nickname for her. It was all she remembered about any name of hers, but she vowed to never introduce herself as that monster they thought she was.
“Up the doses.” Raven shut her eyes to her Hell as she received the news. She tried to constantly have hope that someone would get her out of this cage but each day there was nothing. She had no one to hope for; Raven couldn’t remember anything.
Her weakened senses lulled but they heard the blood-sucking minion leave the cage… leaving her with the boss. The Devil himself; she referred to him as. Raven knew deep down that he was as evil as they came. As he stepped closer her pain seemed to increase. The poison seemed to respond to him and it churned within her body. Her veins screamed as they were eaten away. Her body tried to rapidly heal itself like a werewolf could but to no vail. It was useless. Raven’s eyes snapped open and locked with the green-eyed monster. Her heart started to speed up again, the poison seeping into her vital organ; darkness was in her body and there was no getting rid of it. Blood poured out of her nose and the injection marks in her arms. Her legs throbbed as knife wounds re-opened. Her blood was rushing all over her body, desperate to be drained from the body of the youthful werewolf. The head honcho stared down at Raven with eyes filled with glee. They sparkled with a sense of death and determination. Raven desperately tried to gulp oxygen into her body as her liquid life leaked out into the glazed concrete slab.
“Lady, you won’t see what’s coming.” He sneered, fangs glistening. Raven saw her red bloody body in his green eyes, white pain echoing through her own orbs. She couldn’t hold it anymore. Raven couldn’t stay on the slab anymore. The werewolf wanted out; they both did. She wanted to run free one more time before she died. The vampire frowned at the spark in her eyes. Seeing the determination in the spirited wolf he bared his fangs once again.
“N-No… no….” She whispered, her strong voice breaking. He arched an eyebrow at her as he lunged towards her pulsing neck.

Raven bolted awake and a gasped ripped through her. Ripping the blanket beneath her into ribbons, she sat upright with a crack of her back. Even more shock occurred to her when she saw a pair of bright blue eyes watching her from the ladder.
“Um… This is awkward…” The blonde whispered with a dimpled smile. It stretched slightly across her cheeks, showing her sparkling teeth. Her eyes held all the emotions she could feel, but Raven couldn’t help but wonder at the beautiful blonde in front of her. She had short blonde curls framing her face.  She was sitting on the planks with her legs over the side, her hands stretched out in front of her in relaxation… or defence?
“Who…?” Raven stammered, her body still racing from the vivid dream. No… It was a memory… Her arms were throbbing at the scars, as well as the slices on her legs. It had been a day before the Princess and the Hunter had come for her.
“Oh!” The beaming smile returned, but there was still awkwardness hanging in the air. “I’m Kelly, Dave’s mate. I’m a part of the Royal Hunter Brigade!” She said too cheery for Raven’s liking… but the red-head seemed to like her.
“The what?” She asked, a small smile coming across her face as her body started to calm down. Her wolf was still in a mixture of shock and awe. Kelly seemed to be one of those rare wolves who had a heart of gold and a soul of kindness. It leaked out of her in tsunami waves and somehow was seeping itself into Raven’s broken soul.
“Oh, I call us the Royal Hunter Brigade…” Kelly whispered, pursing her small pink lips slightly. A bright blush came over her cheeks as she seemed to realise just the impression she was making. “It’s… um… just  a… I don’t know.” The blonde wolf forcefully chuckled. Trying to get rid of the awkwardness, Kelly changed the topic.
“We’re…uh… We need to talk to you, if you don’t mind Raven?” She asked, her blue eyes portraying a slight spark of worry but holding a smile all the same. Raven was so wrapped up in her kindness that she didn’t register her words until she heard her wolf snarl ferociously in her mind. The red-head stiffened at the sound echoing in her ears, her previously frightened-self coming back very quickly. Her grey eyes shattered white.
“I can’t…” Fear coated her words like a knife. “Not there…”
“It’s okay! We got rid of it all; it was just that hallway. It’s perfectly safe now.” Kelly assured with a smile, resting a hand on the shredded blanket they both sat on. Raven was still as stiff as a board. “We removed all of it. It’s far away now. You won’t even smell them!”
Raven’s mind was blank. Kelly was throwing all her defences out the window; she’s not like the others. All Raven could see was the positivity in the blue eyes of the werewolf. She was hope; what Raven needed all this time.
“What if I don’t go?” She whispered; curiosity and fear in her words once more. Kelly seemed all the more embarrassed.
“Well, Princess Thalia sent me because… well, I don’t like fighting. I’m a tracker, I just sniff things out… um…  she thought you’d like someone who’d know  where silver  is at all times?” The blonde attempted to reason but all she could see was Raven’s cold grey stare. It was like looking at a column of concrete; it was just there… nothing else to it.
“Okay.”
Well that could have been worse. Kelly thought quickly, before moving down the ladder. She smiled at the red head, waving for her to follow her down. Raven crawled forward on the planks and watched the blonde ever so slowly go further in her sight. Gulping down her pain-ridden fears of her nightmares, Raven followed the bright wolf back to the apparently clean cabin. Questions were ricocheting through her distraught mind; her sleep had only made things mentally worse for her. She couldn’t fight off her memories in her dreams. Raven, however, placed one foot in front of the other carefully. She snapped twigs in her wake but Kelly didn’t seem to mind. She was whistling a soft tune, obviously not afraid of making some sound. If she was telling the truth about her senses then it meant that Raven was currently safe with the bouncy blonde. Somehow, in the instinct of her wolf, she knew that she wouldn’t be safe in the cabin. Raven just knew that the memory she had just witnessed would not be the last.

Her wolf’s eyes flared with a familiar spark as the two wolves walked to the Hunter’s cabin; one that Raven feared. It was all too familiar to her, sending her heart rate spiking and her blood rushing.

She swore she could hear the devilish laughter again.