The young huntress ran through the woods, panting heavily as she gripped her bleeding arm. She glared as she continued forward and bit her lip, holding back several curses. Her dark red jacket clung to her as the sweat and blood collected on her skin.

It was her first major hunt, a pack of rambunctious werewolves, still young but just as deadly. She had been successful for the most part, taking out most of them with traps and her bow. After the alpha went down, the others scattered. However, a few stupidly brave ones chased her down.

Eve had managed to take down most of them, but one of them clawed her shoulder deeply. She began to run after flinging a knife, running as fast as she could through the woods. Her heart pounded against her chest, her lungs burned, her feet hit the ground hard as quick feet easily kept up with her pace.

She flailed her arms at a sudden ditch and fell, twisting her ankle as it caught a root. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and fumbled to pull out the knife out her boot, cutting at the root with the serated edge. She pulled frantically at the root as the footsteps slowed and looked up, bright blue eyes with a fanged grin stared her down.

She gripped her knife tightly and blinked when a sudden wave of heat swept over her, knocking the wolf back. She stared and slowly pushed herself to sit up, tugging her foot free as a glowing figure began to walk towards her, flames seemingly emitting from the body. She blinked a few times and felt her jaw drop before fainting, collapsing back into the dirt.

When Eve awoke, she was laid on a lumpy bed with a thin blanket over her. She slowly blinked and looked around the plain hospital room, the sunlight providing enough light to see clearly. She slowly pushed herself to sit up and softly groaned at a sharp pain up her arm.

She grumbled and settled back. Eve Grim did not get damselled, nor did she need help from supernatural beings. She was from a long line of hunters that often worked alongside the Argents and was the only daughter with a younger and older brother. She had been trained since she could walk to fight and about the supernatural world disguised as humans.

She slowly sat up and narrowed her eyes, grabbing the knife off the nightstand. She glanced down at the large t-shirt and boxers she wore and felt her cheeks heat up. He did not!

She glared and slowly walked forward, keeping most of her weight on her good ankle. Nudging the door open, she looked around the small apartment. Empty, good. She slowly shuffled around and spotted a note pinned to the fridge by a magnet.

She glanced over it and slowly read, 'Food in the microwave, help yourself, I work at the police station if you need me, ask for Parrish.'

She blinked and mumbled, "Well, he's honest and seems nice enough. But what the hell saved me?"

She shook her head and opened the microwave, taking the plate of eggs and bacon before shuffling to the couch to sit and eat. She softly groaned as her shoulder pressed into the cushion and slowly ate with her left hand, resting her feet on the coffee table. She looked around and tapped her fingers on the plate, standing up when she finished.

She slowly walked around and spotted her clothes in a basket, along with her weapons in the basket. She fished out her pants and grabbed her phone, seeing several missed calls from her family. She softly sighed and sat back on the couch, texting them back.

Hours passed and Eve took the chance to relax, reading through the bestiary saved on her phone. She tapped her feet and softly huffed, not finding anything. She set her phone down as the battery slowly drained and settled down, curling her fingers around the knife handle.

She relaxed into a light sleep and tightened her grip when she heard the door unlock. She feigned sleep as she held the knife hidden from view and heard the man, Parrish, walk in. She breathed evenly and waited until he neared her, looking over her bandaged ankle.

He carefully moved her ankle and yelped when she suddenly launched herself up, pinning him to the ground and pressing her knife against his neck. She gritted her teeth at the sharp pain in her shoulder and asked, "Who are you? What are you?!"

He took a deep breath and slowly held up his hands. "I'm Jordan Parrish, I'm a deputy at the Beacon County Sheriff's Department. I found you unconscious in the woods last night being chased by someone. You were hurt so I brought you here."

Eve narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, her nose almost touching his. "What are you, Jordan. I know you're not human and I know that there was a werewolf chasing me last night."

He shifted slightly and nodded an inch. "I'm possessed by a hellhound, it must've sensed you were in danger and came to save you. I woke up once it returned you hear and wrapped you up. I, uh, didn't assault you or touch inappropriately. Your clothes were sticky and I figured you'd be comfier in clean clothes."

She stared into his eyes and asked, "Hellhound? I haven't heard of that before."

He nodded and relaxed when she pulled the knife back, sitting on his belly. "I can tell you more about it if you tell me who you are and what you were doing."

She nodded and gently rubbed her shoulder. "An even trade. I'm Eve Grim, a huntress. I was hunting a pack of werewolves that had been causing problems. I killed all of them except the ones that ran away. And of course the one that your hound killed."

He sat up on his elbows and smiled slightly. "Well, mind if I get comfortable first? And then we can talk."

She nodded and carefully stood up, sitting back on the couch. "You may."

He smiled and stood, walking to his bedroom. Eve glanced at him and shifted slightly, gripping her knife. He was an interesting one indeed, she silently mused. Interesting, and quite cute.