Hunter: Begin Again

Twenty Six.

Waking first, I'm glad to find it's Logan holding onto me and not a certain vampire, though looking up I'm face to face with him instead. V's eyes are sealed shut and he is barely breathing; if not for the slight flicker from under his eyelids, you could think he was dead.

"Daylight has not yet left us. Open that door, and I will not be accountable for my actions." He whispers, opening one eye lazily.

Rolling against Logan, he subconsciously moves onto his back so at least I can wiggle over and put some room between me and V. Looking around, I didn't realize how thick the the canvas or what ever it is these things are made of actually was and glancing towards the exit, a faint glow appears against the dirt.

"Yeah, but then who will keep you alive once you can emerge. Those guys don't really like you!"

V frowns, daring to open both eyes to glare at me. "I can outrun them."

"Not with those on." He lifts his hands after being reminded of the handcuffs and groans.

"There is still a couple of hours left before sunset, sleep. I beg of you, sleep!"  He rolls onto his back now and his eyes are once again closed. Is that what I'm like in the morning?

"Maybe you two shouldn't have spent the morning arguing over sleeping arrangements!" I mumble back.

"Maybe you two shouldn't have come here or left before sunrise and it wouldn't have been an issue!" He argues.

"Maybe you two should shut up! Some of us are still sleeping!" Logan jumps into the discussion and I can't help smile.

We all go quiet, but I'm awake now and sitting up, both of the guys roll so their backs are to me. I thought I'd be stiff or sore from sleeping on nothing more than animal fur, yet as I stand, I feel pretty good. I roll my neck before stretching a little more and slip on my boots. With a cautious look behind me, I carefully navigate the flap so no light goes in V's direction and slip outside.

It's a warm day, warmer than the weather we'd been having lately and after looking around and seeing no one, I slip off my sweater so I'm just in a tank top instead throwing it back inside. From the trees, the sounds of birds chirping break the silence and after cautiously walking around the camp site, I'm not bold enough to look into any other tents. 

I navigate my way back to the bonfire which is now nothing more than a black charcoal pit. A few of the bigger chunks of wood smoulder slightly and I decide to go for a walk to kill some time. Clearly the werewolves weren't big fans of getting up before nightfall either. It's actually rather beautiful with all the trees and fresh air. Alfie would like it here, especially that river I'd gone near last night. Once I'm there, I take off my boots and socks, roll up my jeans and sit on the river bank. 

The sun is still warm despite it starting to lower in the sky, the water cool against my feet as I dangle them in and sitting back on the shore, I close my eyes and enjoy it while I can. Problem is, when I open my eyes, the sun has gone. Darkness surrounds me and I quickly put my shoes back on. Something doesn't feel right and I look around helplessly until the moon light finally reappears from behind a cloud.

I start running.

Through the tree's, an orange glow fills the spaces and guides me on. Breaking through the forest line the camp is on fire. All of it. The tents are barely the structures, most are already smouldering in piles against the dirt. The air is thick with smoke and the screams of a few of the men in agony, have my blindly running on wards.

Jumping over a few obstacles, I nearly stumble on one and that's when I realise they're bodies of the werewolf pack and tucking my shirt over my nose, I try to remember how to breath and also refrain from throwing up. What is happening?