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Werewolves. Maybe I
won’t.”
    “It’s possible that you’re right – but not likely.
The main thing to know, whether you choose to train or not, is that
they can sense you. And they will attack if they think they can
beat you. Now, as a Hunter, you’ve got extra strength and speed on
your side, but you’re also susceptible to their venom.”
    “Werewolves have venom?”
    Fee nodded again and her expression turned serious.
“Don’t forget that. It’s the most important part. A Werewolf’s bite
is like poison to a Hunter. One bite, if left untreated, can kill
you in the span of just a few hours.”
    “What about their nails?” I asked, remembering the
scratches under my shirt.
    Fee shook her head. “They’ll burn like crazy at the
time, but they’ll heal on their own. The poison is in their saliva,
which is why the bites are dangerous.”
    “So what about humans? Isn’t a Werewolf bite just as
dangerous for them?” I asked.
    “Not in the same way. All you need to be infected is
their teeth to break your skin. A human is not affected that way.
But their bodies are more fragile than ours, and they won’t be a
match, physically, for a Werewolf trying to attack them. They’ll
die from blood loss or organ damage, instead.”
    I shuddered. “Oh.”
    “What I’m trying to say, Tara, is that by choosing
not to train, you could be putting yourself in more danger. If they
sense you, a Werewolf will attack. And you may or may not be
able to fight back.”
    “I did just fine last night,” I said, stubbornly.
    “You did,” she agreed. “But are you willing to take
that chance the next time?”
    I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Training to fight
werewolves? Because of some ago-old promise to protect the human
race? This was not happening to me. It was ridiculous, and
far-fetched, and impossible. And even if I believed it, which I
didn’t want to admit that I did, I couldn’t just run off and train
for hours each day. I wasn’t the karate kid, or something. And my
mom and my friends would definitely know something was up – not
that I could explain it to them, and not that they would believe
me. It took seeing it – up close and personal - for me to believe
me.
    And even now, there were two thoughts that were so
clear, they felt branded into my mind: One, Werewolves do exist and
two, I was born to kill them.

 
     
     
    ~ 6 ~
     
     
     
    I looked back at Fee, apologetically. “Look I
appreciate the offer but I need some time. This is all a little too
much too fast. Sorry.”
    “I understand,” Fee assured me. And I could tell by
the way she looked at me, that she really did. “Let’s get back out
there, shall we?”
    I hefted the book up and tucked it underneath my arm
as I followed her out. Fee locked the room again behind me and we
made our way back to the living room.
    “Well?” Jack boomed.
    Fee answered for me. “She needs time.”
    Jack nodded but I could see his disappointment. “Of
course.”
    Wes just shook his head, like he’d given up
arguing.
    I gathered my jacket around me, preparing to leave. I
still needed to make it back before my mom.
    Fee stopped me at the door and squeezed my arm. “Take
some time and let it all sink in. Even if you decide not to train,
Jack and I are here if you need anything.”
    “Thanks,” I said, managing a smile.
    “They were really nice,” I said, when Wes and I were
in the car. He didn’t answer but I purposely ignored his lack of
response; I told myself it was just normal behavior for him and I
pressed on. “I’m surprised though. Fee made it sound like all
Werewolves are bloodthirsty killers and will attack me on sight.
Yet, you three haven’t tried to hurt me at all. If anything, you’ve
helped more than you needed to.”
    “Not all Werewolves are like us,” he said.
    Not as detailed an explanation as I’d been hoping for
but better than nothing. I pressed on. “How do you know them?”
    “They raised me after my parents