The Huntress Bloodlust (Pt2 )

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Chapter 41

“They have never challenged us. They have never spoken to us directly; they have never threatened us or openly demanded for the hunter. Why do they do it now?” Father Michael murmured. Incessantly, he talked to himself. Most of the time, I couldn’t understand him. After a while, the whispering stopped and the Father pushed himself off the door. Slowly, he turned around to me, studying my face. “I think,” he softly said, “it’s a sign they fear you.”

It was beyond me, why the creatures of the night should fear me more than all the other hunters, who had served.

“I think they know you’re different to your predecessors. They know you’re mighty,” he said.

“We don’t know, whether it’s true or not. Why and how should I be mightier?” I asked. I wasn’t special. What was the difference between the former hunters and me? Well, I slept with the Father. I suppose none of the other hunters did that, considering ninety-seven percent of them had been men. Well, maybe – who knows? Wake up, Ada! Concentrate now!

I shook my head to clear my mind and looked at the Father. Thoughtfully, he scratched his chin, starting to walk up and down in front of the locked door.

“Your ability to move without being seen is better than anybody else’s. It’s even better than mine!” he admitted. “Your fighting style is unique. You were born with a talent to defend yourself but also to attack. Your will to survive is unbelievable, something that helps and protects you,” he continued.

“Well, now that you’re speaking of it – yes, I’m really stunning!” I said, jumping around, pretending to be happy about all of that. Then, I screamed, letting out all the frustration, anger and fear.

Father Michael didn’t say anything. He didn’t stop me, when I kicked against a wooden bench with my foot. It felt good to let off some steam. When I was done, I hung my head, buried my face in my hands, sighing.

“What do we do now?” I asked, mumbling. Unfortunately, I didn’t get an answer. I looked up and saw the helplessness on the Father’s face. If he didn’t know what to do, I didn’t expect to get out of this mess alive.

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