Jess paused and looked away. "Honestly, I don't give a rat's as.s about what my father thinks. I care about the people getting killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This isn't about us. This is about our species being victimized." Jess sighed, she didn't think she was being hot headed. This was the difference between her and her father. While he only saw the honor of hunting, Jess knew the real reason why they hunted monsters. This wasn't about her family's honor, this was about everyone else. And at the same time, her opinions on the matter just served to make her even more angry. She couldn't afford to think about it, she just had to kill.
Rose sighed. "Jess, whether or not you care about opinion, they will strip your strength and abilities from you if you do not follow the rules. You could have hunting taken from you completely. Do you really want that? To be too weak to hunt ever again? Because I'll tell you now, it sucks like he.ll."
Jess sighed and let her bag drop to the floor. "Fine, whatever. I'll go and watch a movie or something." She said. "Sorry for being so disagreeable, you aren't a bad teacher, Rose. I'm just a bad student." Without waiting for a response, Jess darted away and climbed the stairs two at a time. She went back to her room and closed the door, locking it. Jess sat on her bed and stared out the window. To he.ll with the rules. Monsters don't follow rules, why should I?
Rose sighed. She rubbed her temples, knowing Jess was likely to go out anyway. But at least she did what she could. She wrote a note and went upstairs silently, slipping it under her door.
Look for a werewolf with brown fur, one green eye, and one black eye. He'll respond to beinged called Owl. Track him by the sound of him mimicking an owl's call with only the accuracty a werewolf can use. Best of luck. NO ONE knows I sent you out tonight.
"Good luck." She called, once she was down the stairs again.
Jess read the note and grinned. Finally, some action. She reached under her bed for her spare silver and crossbow. Jess laced up her boots and grabbed her jacket, before she threw open the window and vaulted out into the night air. Jess scaled the side of the house and landed lightly on her feet. She took off into the forest, in search of this "owl".
Nathan was in a dead sprint in his wolf form. Fur as black as his hair. He could sense her on the move. He had to warn her. He did something he hadn't done in a long while. He howled. The sound split the air, traveling for miles. The result was any mutt werewolf darting in the oposite direction, but they still avoided the hunter. This made the path clear, and confirmed her location. But then he heard it, the fake owl call, the mutt ran right past him, heading straight for the hunter. Owl you cocky bas.tard! He picked up the pace, but this particular mutt was just a little faster than him. Enough to get distance between them.
Jess paused as a howl pierced the silence of night. She drew a knife and looked around for the source of the sound. Why did the air feel so sinister. A brown wolf bolted out of the undergrowth with open jaws. One of his eyes was too dark, but the other one was green. "Hey, Owl." Jess said, waiting for him to come closer. When he lunged for her throat, Jess stabbed the wolf in the heart, listening to his dying howl with a smirk. The wolf slumped to the ground, and transformed back into his human form at her feet. Then she heard the pounding of padded feet on mud, and looked up, yanking her knife out of the dead body and preparing herself for another attack.
Nathan skidded to a stop at the edge of the clearing, just coming into her sight. He was panting, having pushed himself to keep up with Owl. He saw the dead body and would have laughed if he had more breath. He plopped onto the ground, lying on his stomach. This made his eyes level with Jess'. In a moment, he shifted into his human form, still lying on his stomach and panting for breath. "Something bad. Full moon. Not here to fight. I'm not a mutt, I don't prey on thigs as low as humans."
Jess froze, not really knowing how to respond to this bizarre black wolf. He didn't seem like he was about to attack, or maybe he was just being smart about it. Heh, a smart werewolf. Wasn't that something? "Ok, you're one of them, therefore, a mangy mutt." Jess said with a scowl. Who was he calling 'low'? "I may be a human, but I'll surely kick your as.s, wolf boy."
"You're not technically human. Hunters aren't low. They're more powerful. Their own breed. The werewolves you hunt are a different breed, referred to as mutts. I'm a pure. More powerful, harder to kill, and unless you know the point of vulnerability, you won't be able to kill me with anything you have, even silver,"
Nathan got to his feet, making sure to pose no threat and keep his distance. "Listen to me, I have no desire to fight you right now. I'm here to warn you. The mutts, they're planning to bad together. Best idea they've had I've seen. Except I don't want them to kill you. If anyone's gonna kill you, it'll be a pure. But that's not the point. Jess, isn't it? You can't go hunting alone tomorrow night. It's a big organized event, tomoorrow night. You could up to a hundred werewolves going at you all at once. Even the best hunter can't take a hundred at their strongest time in the full moon. Lucky to take two dozen! You need to get a partner hunter, or a whole group even. Either that, or you need to find some other paranormal help."
Jess stared at the wolf venomously. Pure, mutt, what did it matter? He said she wouldn't be able to kill him, but Jess could think of quite a few ways. When in doubt, go with beheading, as her father said. The mutts may be ganging up, but this was probably a test. Jess would cut through those beasts or die trying. "There is no one else. Not anymore. So you can screw off or I can rip your head from your shoulders, wolf boy." Jess spat.
"I'd bite your head off before you'd get mine." Nathan growled. "Listen to me! This isn't anything to sneeze at! You. Will. Die. Tomorrow night. If you don't have help you might as well write your will and organize your funeral. Da.mn it, if you don't take action you'll be stuck with me sticking around to help you. Do you really want that? Help from the very thing you're sworn to kill?"
"I never asked for your help!" Jess said, raising her voice. "I don't need anything from you, other then for you to drop dead. Put on some pants, wolf boy! You look like a fool!" Jess was getting frustrated. Who was he to come to her turf and condescend her, like she was some child. She'd have his head. Jess raised her crossbow, and shot the wolf full of Monkswood. In her experience, the wolfsbane didn't kill, but it definitely slowed them down. It was like werewolf narcotics, in handy bolt or bullet form.
Nathan grunted and groaned in pain. "Da.mn it, have you no sense of fairness?! I come to you and expose my weakened form to you and try to warn you and this is how you repay me?!" He pulled out the arrow, shifting and growling ferociously. But instead of attacking her, he padded overto Owl's body, picking it up and carrying it off with his back turned to Jess.
Jess didn't know why she didn't attack him. She had the perfect chance, but other things were on her mind. Like if he was telling the truth or not. Jess had to get home and find Aunt Rose. If the wolves were ganging up on her, she would need a little boost. She knew her aunt was versed in simple magic, and she needed a protection spell, and perhaps an endurance spell. Jess watched the strange black wolf retreat into the shadows and then started to run back home. She entered through the front door this time. "Rose!" She said, as soon as she was inside and had locked the door. "Something really weird just happened."
Rose came quickly. "Jess! Are you alright? You didn't get hurt did you? You didn't push yourself too hard to go hunting tomorrow did you?" She was as worried as anything, checking Rose over even as she spoke. "Did you kill Owl? Is he still out there? You didn't find a pure, did you?"
"I'm fine." Jess insisted, batting her aunt's hands away. "Taking out Owl was so easy, I'd say he was brain dead... Wait, what do you know about purebreds?" How did her aunt know straight off? "I found one in the woods, and he didn't attack me. He insisted that the 'mutts' were ganging up on me tomorrow, and that he wanted to help. How bizarre is that?"
"Did he say his name?!" Rose asked quickly. "What did he look like? What exactly did he say? What did he do about Owl? Was that his howl I heard tonight? Oh god, don't tell me it was one of the Calo clan. Please let it be another clan, or a loner, if it's a Calo clan we're in deep sh!t..." She didn't curse that often.
"Hey! Calm down." Jess says. "He was a black wolf, I couldn't see his eyes, and all he talked about was how I'm gonna die tomorrow, and only a purebred should kill a hunter. A real whackjob if you ask me. I shot him full of wolfsbane but he got away." Jess said sheepishly. She had let him get away. "He didn't seem to care about Owl, but he took his body anyways."
Rosa grit her teeth. "Did he have anything besides fur. Anything like a cloth or a necklace or anything to mark him as part of something?" But no, Nathan didn't bother with the marks he deemed stupid. He went completely bare, the only thing for hunters to identify him by being his wolf appearance, and his human appearance if they saw it. "Can you maybe describe him in more detail?"