I drove for what felt like an eternity. The never ending line of trees blurred in my side peripheral view as I focused on the road ahead. Coming into my vision I saw the sign, “Angels Town 101 North” I turned on my right blinker and exited into a quiet town where all the hunters were located. No pack dared to come near our territory because for them it’s an 80% chance of brutal death. Harsh Reality.
Once I entered, I turned right and saw a large house come into view. One of those houses that had a huge front lawn with a naked baby angel fountain with those damn annoying butterflies hovering over the brightly colored poppies. I hated the large, white house not only because of its girly beauty, but because of my boss, my father waiting for my return.
“Home sweet home.” I mumbled to myself as I chucked the keys to my butler, Dave. I kicked the front door, startling my step mother in the kitchen who was decorating a white cake. I’m not surprised.
“My heavens Kayla! Don’t ever do that again!” My step mother, Patricia was wearing her famous yellow sundress and pearl necklace as she held her perfectly manicured hand against her chest. To her side, I saw Penelope mirroring the same stance as Patricia. Penelope, my little step-sister resembled my mother from head to toe. They both loved anything pink or floral. They both have a bright laugh that was contagious in any situation. They both shared the same curly brown locks and bright green eyes as well. I hated it. I got the genes of my father’s side. The Chayse blood ran deep in me. I held the same aggressive anger and attitude, same straight black raven hair, mysterious blue eyes that held much anger, and our very athletic builds.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a cookie and hustled towards my father’s office. Luckily, this place and my room were the only two rooms untouched by my step mother. Thank goodness it hasn’t been tampered by Patricia with her signature bright white doilies and neon yellow floral wallpaper. I looked at the brown door of my father, closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. After doing so, I kicked open the door.
“Ah you succeeded.” This was not a question. He expected me to succeed, to keep his reputation. My father’s dark, cold eyes pierced into my own.
“I have.” I chucked the necklace in his direction. Catching it swiftly, he frowned. My father hated me. He hated everything about me. He loved my step mother and sister, but he blamed me for all the pain I caused him apparently. I was not born a son, but instead a “weak” little girl. He needed a boy or else he could not have one hunter in his household which gave him a bad name. Worst of all, he blamed me for the death of my mother, and despised that I resembled her attitude and looks. So he trained me like a boy, raised me like a boy, and made me into a hunter while stupid Penelope got all the love. I just did not understand. I guess, he loved her for she resembled my step mother’s stunning beauty, not admiring my mother’s beauty. My mother was the strongest, most beautiful woman I have ever met, yet my father, all he is doing is trying to forget.
“I plan for you to leave tomorrow to the Howling Woods Pack by 4. I want you to kill the Luna as usual, but this time be careful. This is the most powerful pack of all, and getting caught is an immediate death.” He passed me the map of the Howling Woods Pack house. I examined the interior and realized it was built like the rest. Easy.
“I will father.”
“Leave.” He gestured towards the door and I marched out of there like an emotionless zombie. It was a routine for me, no longer caring about love and warmness from him. I wiped my sleep stricken face, and headed up the stairs to wash up.
