The Huntress' Name (sequel to The Huntress)

Chapter 4- Porcelain

Repost in case you missed the chapter posting since I did it at an ungodly hour again

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"No, no, no. Absolutely not. No."

"James, you're not even listening to me."

"Because it's an incredibly stupid idea!"

"I did hear the word incredible in there," I said trying to lighten the mood slightly. 

"Not in a good way," he snapped. 

"You said you were going to hear me out. You haven't even listened to everything-"

"I don't need to! I know exactly what you're going to say. You want to stick yourself into the European branch of the same group that tried to kill us three months ago. The same group that made us run all the way here. You want to join them when they very well could have people watching out for you. Do you realize at all what that sounds like?"

"James. I know it sounds stupid, do I ever know how it sounds. But they aren't looking for us here. They don't even know that we left."

"As far as you know. What if they do suspect him, what if they think he has Alex with him and they're just using them to get to you?"

"That's not what's going on."

"You don't know that though! You can't tell me that you know what they're doing."

"I know how they work, James. I was them."

"Damn it!" James slammed his fist down on the desk so hard I could hear it rattle. "Why do you insist on doing stupid things? Why is it so damn hard for you to just stay quiet and lie low?" I could see a vein in the side of his neck popping out and his eyes were flashing between dark brown and glowing yellow.

My eyes went wide and I took an involuntary step back. This was not a side of him I'd seen before. This was beyond his normal anger, he tapped into his werewolf rage. This was the part about them that scared me most. 

The Organization had taught me that werewolves were unpredictable, that much was true at least. They had a constant rage built into them. I believed it was related to the chemical changes that a person underwent turning from a human to a wolf. They had those primal instincts, the animal that sometimes took charge. Not to mention their increased body temperature. All of it combined essentially made them a ticking time bomb of rage. 

James' fuse had just run out. 

I had no idea what to expect from him now and that was what scared me. 

"James," my voice was a shaky whisper. 

"You just don't get it. How would you feel if I went running out there after ghouls and God knows what else?"

"I'm trained to fight them. You've had three lessons in fighting," I said evenly. 

"I'm still stronger than you are. Everything is stronger than you," He took a predatory step forward. 

"I know how to use untrained strength to my advantage." I took another step back. 

James took another forward, his eyes shifting slightly. 

"James, you're scaring me."

This was the first time I'd even been scared of him. Even when I'd found out what he was I hadn't been scared. The huntress was where I'd felt most controlled, comfortably within the skin of the stone cold killer with weapons that I held like a life line. 

I was completely exposed right now. Even if I had weapons, there was no way I'd be able to use them against him. I just wouldn't be able to do it.