In Love With An Enemy
ta Highlander. His presence was marked by his attire - a blue shirt and blue knickerbockers. His wrinkled sk
ro," as he climbed down the s
embrace, my uncle said, "Yo
change me?" m
ll come on in," my uncle ca
breathe in the tight embrace of my uncle. I wond
med, slightly. "We need to go
ed and walked int
ch and said, "I was certain Joh
ket right now," my father defended, reclining on a couch.
now," I said, quickly
y uncle said, "Hold up. Don't
my sister
me not to give you beer because of your he
my life," my uncle scoffed.
d my walk to
. Upon his retirement, he ventured into farming. Though he made most of his income from Wolfsbane
ad three adult children. Just like her husband, Deborah had her own enterprise - a hospital. Since they lived in a small town,
like my dad, he was angry that his sister-in-law got murdered. On th
o the glass. I took my seat near my sister afterwards. My uncle sipped the whole cup of water and asked, "Where were we?" He cleared his thro
to go hunting, thoug
" my uncle countered. "I've got the girls som
ncle," my sister exp
e his kindness, my uncle
dad said. "Come on, kids. Let's
father opened the trunk. There were loads of boxes. M
ctually got us real presents for th
me family," I sa
t's unload the trunk
eived weapons as birthday presents for their kids. I guess the grown-ups ski
backpacks, a medical kit, survival kit, body armors, GPS units,
but I remembered that my mom's killer was still out there, roaming freely. I persisted, burning with an intense desire for just
else, got dressed in his battle dress uniform - a black sophisticated camouflage that enabled him to blend into the n
s and the gear we needed in the field. My sister and I, after we had finished dressing in similar outfits, sat in the back
your communication devices
o," everyone
today's hunt is going to be di
ets laced with wolfsbane, along with daggers and pistols. Each person had their own survival kit in case s
we're good,"
e it," my un
at the back, relentlessly searching for any unusual movement. Our mission was to
juvenate our bodies, we drank some water from our survival kits. When my uncle spo
one," my uncle com
ks on trees, breathing heav
dn't find the wolf. He stood up in amazement, searc
e world," my
d the snarling of werewolves. My family and I immediately
d," Emma said, slowl
is feet when the wolf he h
my father yelled. "Emma an
ly falling off the cliff, my gun was dislodged from my hand when a wolf jumped on my chest. Falling through t
y chest, but I lost consciousness