I looked at Hunter confused with my head slightly tilted and asked, "Him? Who's him?"
I got up and right when I grabbed my pistol and knife, Hunter grabbed my arm and dragged out the door.
"What's going on?!" I asked really worried now.
"We've got to get out of here before he finds me!" he exclaimed.
"Who is he?!" I snapped as I yanked my arm out of his hand.
All of a sudden I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Hunter actually started shaking.
"I'm gonna die..." he quietly squeaked.
Luckily I thought fast so I grabbed him and pulled him into the bathroom. I carefully shut the door and covered his mouth. The footsteps got louder and louder causing Hunter to gradually shake more and more.
"Hey don't be scared. Just look at me ok?" I whispered. If he was gonna die, I was most likely going to die too so I had to keep him calm.
I locked my eyes onto his so he would stop shaking and it worked. He stopped shaking and slowly wrapped one of his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. After what was probably hours it was completely silent. Whoever it was that was here was gone and Hunter moved my hand from his mouth and whispered in my ear, "Thanks."
I gave him a slight nod, but as I turned to leave the bathroom he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug. I was shocked, but I wasn't sure what to say. Though it was surprising and he was a deadly predator, I still hugged him back. I knew we had some kind of connection, but I didn't think it would get this strong.
He let me go and walked past me out of the bathroom, "You really are something aren't you?" he said jokingly.
I rolled my eyes and playfully punched his arm, "One of a kind!"
He snickered and sat down on the couch.
"So," I said starting a conversation, "You gonna tell me who that was?"
Hunter's grin suddenly disappeared and slowly looked up at me. "We have history..." he murmured."
"What kind of history?" I asked curiously.
He swallowed hard and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "He's my father."