Her

Dante POV

The night was cold and there was no sign of the stars coming out. Going through the deepest part of the forest, is always the fun part of being a wolf hunter and on this fateful night, the crew and myself are on the same mission; to capture more wolves.

"Bet you wouldn't see these bloody creatures out here today, after their last encounter with us." Steve, one of the crew member indicated as we pulled through the several branches.

"How about you try and be positive for once Steve." I yelled back as we pulled further into the forest. An object suddenly came into my line of vision and upon closer look, I realized it was some sort of bandana.

"Heads up guys, I believe we would be having company soon." I picked up the red bandana and walked the straight paths that it had fallen. The sound of a river side perked up my ears and forcing me to moving towards such direction.

Upon arrival, a body laid beside the river unmoving. This propelled me to go check up on the person.

"Is she dead?" Steve asked.

While the body looked completely subconscious, I knew she still had life within, giving me the believe that she was still alive.

"She would be fine....." I said pulling off my gun. "Here hold this for me." I said to Steve, who hesitated before picking the gun.

"Are you sure Mr. Collins wouldn't complain about this?" While I understood the rules of the werewolf hunter, I was still a human after all and empathy is my greatest trait.

"We cannot leave her and let her die, someone had to be there with her." From her facial expression, she looked completely in disarray; an indication she had been worried or scared of something.

Once we arrived at the huts, I had told Steve to tell Collins that I had brought in the girl and while I knew he would complain, I already planned on speaking to him later.

After giving her certain herbs, I sat beside her for a moment, wondering what a young girl would be doing alone in the forest. She didn't appeared to look like a werewolf and for most part of it, she was extremely beautiful.

"Is she going to live?" Steve had stepped into the hut and sat beside me.

"I think she would, I mean look at her, a beautiful girl like this shouldn't be exposed to the dangers of the forest." I admitted honestly. However the silence from Steve forced me to look around. "Wait, don't tell me you believe I already have a thing for this girl." I added

"First off, you took her to your hut, she is on your personal clothes and above all you allowed her in your bed. I have never seen such utter kindness from you, which leads me to believe that you like her." I rolled my eyes at Steve for thinking too much.

"I don't know her to begin with, once in a hunter's life, you just have to show empathy." He shrugged and got up to his feet.

"Once you done, Collins would love to see you." He said and pulled out of the hut. While I ensure the lamp was still burning, my thought went towards Collins and what he would possibly think of such situation.

*

Collins is the head of all hunters and above all, he was a friend. He believed that in a matter of months, we could be able to take down major wolves in the forest and I stand by his words.

Seeing him standing alone, staring into the stars beside a camp fire he already built, with a ciger in his mouth, showed how much he loved to be in his space.

"I heard you brought in a girl." He said pulling his cigarettes off his mouth.

"I couldn't leave her out there to suffer by herself." I admitted, coming to seat beside him. He had a jar of water beside him, to which I gulped down.

"We are hunters Dante and not just any hunters, werewolf hunters. What if she is a trap? What if these dogs think highly of us and they decide to create a distraction from our plan. Remember you cannot say if she is a wolf or not." I refused to believe that she was a wolf. Every nerve in her body proved to be human.

"I don't think she is a wolf." I aired out my opinion.

"No one knows Dante, no one knows what these species look like." He threw his ciger into the fire. "I will have you understand that taking that girl in, means she had become your responsibility and even if she isn't a bait, what do you plan on doing with her? Taking her back home? Heck what if she doesn't have a home? What are you going to do." There is no denying the fact that Collins had a point in his statement, but a gut feeling within held me attracted to the girl.

"She is awake." We both turned around to look at Steve step in to the camp fire. Upon hearing the news, I excused myself and retire back to my hut to see the young one looking around in total confusion.

"Hello there. How are you feeling?" Once she heard my voice, she got scared and moved further into the walls. Her eyes were fixated on the gun within my reach and it was obvious she had belief I had abducted her.

"Please don't hurt me." She pleaded.

"I won't hurt you, I just need to know who are you and how are you feeling." I walked closer to meet up with her, despite her anxiety.

"What is your name." Her eyes held nothing short of confusion. It was almost as though she was trying to figure out my question out.

"I can't remember my name." She said in actual shock and realization.