Taking Aim

Lydia stood in the forest that night alone.

She knew something was going on with Scott and Jackson, but couldn't quite place what it was. More so, she couldn't put her finger on what was wrong with Jackson. He never really liked Scott. He always viewed him as a rival, especially now that they both were werewolves.

They were up to something. She could feel it.

When the Pack first started to form, Allison took it upon herself to prepare Lydia for battle with wolves as a precaution. She didn't know how many other packs there were out there and it seemed that they didn't need and invitation to kill you, they just did.

It all flashed in her memory as if it were happening right now.

"Keep your shoulder down."

Lydia was becoming frustrated.

"I'm never going to get this." she sighed.

"Lydia." Allison wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. "You've mastered the most complicated math equations for a high school student and you know like three different languages. Not to mention that whole Latin deal that came out of left field."

"That is knowledge," Lydia argued. "Not physical activity."

"This is no different." Allison explained. "But only this knowledge, you learn with your body."

Allison stood behind Lydia and helped her into position. There were three targets about ten yards away. She wanted to start Lydia off easy.

"Now just pull back and release."

The arrow flew with ease and landed directly in the center of the target.

Lydia's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe it.

Here she stood once again. On the very spot Allison had once taught her.

She raised the bow and pulled back the bowstring. Her aim didn't match the targets she had set up. This wasn't a test of how good a shot she was. This was test of how great.

Lydia spun twice on the spot and after her second revolution, dropped to her left knee and released the cord. As quickly as she could, she reloaded the bow and spun to the next target swiftly and shot. Her third target was set up high and she shot her bow again.

All three targets were bulls-eye's.

Lydia's ruby red lips cracked a smile.

She was ready.

Bang.

The gunshot rang through the enclosed portion of the forest.

Apparently my message wasn't clear enough.

His thoughts were focused. If one human death wasn't enough for them to take the wolves out on their own then maybe two would suffice.

Bang.

The second shot brought a smile to the hunter's face.

"Darlin'." a female voice came from behind him. "Why do you keep shootin' at those?" Her southern accent was soft and sweet.

"Because, Candi." he responded.

"You'd figure those wolf types would have been puppy food by now."

"Yeah, you would." his smile faded. "But apparently this pack has proven themselves 'round these here parts. That or the hunters have gone soft. Don't worry. We'll get them." "Good." said Candi. "Then we can move on to killin' all them other wolves for what they did to your poor brother."

"That we can."