"This is ridiculous."

I say as I stumble out of the bathroom, trying to pull on my brother's oversized jeans.

"The lycan is after boys, you are the only plausible choice. No man or beast would mistake all this manliness for a boy." Roary says as he puffs out his chest like a rooster.

As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. My brother is nearly as massive as my father and much more built. However, instead of stroking his ego by telling him that, I roll my eyes and fasten a belt to keep the pants from falling to my ankles.

"Your going to have to do something with those."

Roary motions towards my chest and his face heats up with embarrassment.

"What these. I think I have nice breasts, don't you?"

I perk them up a little more by pushing my chest forward and laugh uncontrollably as Roary covers his eyes.

"Do not ever mention your breasts in my presence, ever again. I might hurl."

I can't stop the tears from gathering in my eyes as I laugh at Roary. I walk back into the bathroom, put on a tight fitted sports bra and then wrap my chest with some ace bandages I got from a corner grocery store.

"I hope this doesn't take long, this is uncomfortable. Better?"

I ask Roary as I walk back into the main room.

"Better. Now put this on."

Roary hands me a baseball cap and I try my best to shove my long black hair into it.

"Let's go."

Father walks into the hotel room, he'd been gone for hours since our talk earlier. I can tell by his stance that he is nervous, which in turns makes me nervous, because I have never seen him shaken by anything.

"Have you checked all the weapons?" Father turn to Roary.

"Twice." Roary answers with a nod.

"Check them again."

"But Pops, I've checked them twice..."

"Check them again."

My father's voice gets louder and I shake my head at Roary and beg him with my eyes to not argue with him. Roary huffs, but begins going over the weapons again with a fine tooth comb.

Once he is done and we are strapped for war, my father looks at us both in the eyes. He's not the sentimental type, but I swore I saw tears mist over his eyes. He quickly turns away from us and motions for us to move out.

We all pile into father's pickup and head out.

"It seems to be working in a pattern."

Roary hands me a map of the town and sure enough the lycan seems to be moving from street to street.

"He may be smart, but he's not that smart. Patterns are easy to track." Roary says with a smile.

Father stops the truck and motions towards the woods.

"Eve, you go in from the South. Roary and I will come in from the North, hopefully we can stay upwind from you so the lycan doesn't know we are there until it's too late.

I nod my head and reach for the door handle.

"Be careful, love."

My father's voice has me shaking, but I don't turn back around. I quickly leap out of the truck before I lose my nerve.

I enter the woods, exactly how my father instructed. The deeper I go into the woods, the more adrenaline rushes through my veins. Am I scared? Hell yes, but I am also eager, eager to put an end to the creature that turned Henry.

The sun as fully set and I am walking around in utter darkness, good thing Hunters can see fairly well in the dark. I circle around again, my nerves on edge. We have been out here for hours. I grit my teeth and desperately hope that means that he is just not on the hunt tonight and not somewhere else stealing a helpless boy.

"How's it going Johnny?"

My brother's voice comes over the headset.

"Johnny? Really?" I say with a small smirk. He's trying to cheer me up.

"Yeah, you needed a boy code name and you look like a Johnny."

I hear my father fusing at him on the other end, telling him he needs to stay focused.

"It's past midnight. Do you think we missed him? Maybe he can sense that I'm female."

"Your walk is all wrong, I told you that in the hotel. You need to hitch up your pants and pull at your crotch like a man." I hear Roary snicker and dad cussing at the other end.

I'm about to tell him where he can shove his suggestion when I hear rustling in front of me.

My body instantly freezes and I place my hand on the pistol I have stashed in the back of my trousers.

"Stand by." I say quietly and the ruckus on the other end of the radio dies down immediately.

Two glowing red eyes shine a few feet in front of me and my breath catches. It's big based on the height of the eyes. I stand so still, I'm not even sure I am breathing.

I hear a sniffing sound and I know it's sizing me up.

"Female." The creature says in an unholy sounding voice that makes my skin crawl.

Yep, it definitely spoke. Henry was right. Could an alpha lycan speak? Was that one of the many things that my father had neglected to tell me about their kind.

"That's right, darling, come on out, momma wants to play."

I baited it, because trying to fool it into thinking I was a boy had gone wrong on so many levels.

I hear a low growl escape it and watch in horror as the eyes rise up another two feet. Shit, it was big, very big, easy seven feet tall. It must have been crouching down.

Everything within me shut down as it stalked from the bushes and into the moonlight where I could see it.

"It's not a lycan." I breathed, not sure if I was saying that to myself or my father and Roary.

"It's a werewolf."

My father and brother instantly starting yelling at the same time and I could tell by their voices that they were running, fast. I plucked the ear piece from my ear and tossed it on the ground. I can't think or hear with them both yelling in my ear.

The thing before me begins to circle. It was easily one of the most grotesque things I had ever seen. Something straight out of a nightmare. It's maul and claws were wickedly sharp. It's body large and hunched over. It was covered in a greasy, mated brown fur and had demon looking eyes that continued to glow red.

I make the first move. I snatch the gun from my pants, but before I even get a chance to aim it, the beast lunges for me. I am shocked by the sheer speed and strength of it. I find myself on the ground looking up at it as it pins me to the ground. It snarls and snaps, it's rank breath blowing in my face.

I bring my knees up before it gets a chance to chew on my face. I brace my feet against its chest and throw him off. He flies through the air and yelps when he smacks into a tree.

I'm on my feet in seconds, I know what to expect from it now.

"Not so fun when your victims fight back."

I say as it shakes itself from the shock. I glance around for my gun. I lost my grip on it when the werewolf jumped on me. It's at least ten feet to my left. My heart pounds unrelentlessly as I lung for my weapon, but I'm not fast enough.

I land on the ground a mere foot from my target. The wind is knocked from my lungs by the sudden stop and I feel the pressure on my ankle as the beast bites down. Panic overwhelms me as I claw the dirt, trying to reach my gun.

"Eve!"

My father's voice is a beacon to my soul and a distraction for the beast. It releases my leg and turns towards my father's voice.

I pull a jagged silver blade from my boot and pounce on the creature. I use my entire body weight to knock it on its back and plug the knife deep into its chest, right into its heart.

It screeches as it claws at me, trying to dislodge my body from on top of his. I feel my clothes and skin being shredded by its claws, but I do not relent. I twist the knife deeper and deeper until finally the monster stops moving.

"Eve!"

My father plucks me off of the werewolf and cradles me close to his chest. Roary runs up behind my father and places a silver bullet in its skull for good measure.

All three of us stand there, breathing heavy, staring at the dead body. My father finally breaks the tranquility of the moment and pushes me at arms length and and scours my injuries.

With his arms no longer around me, my ankle buckles and I fall forward. He catches me and scoops me up in his arms and places me gently against a tree.

"It's broken he says after pulling my boot off. I look at my ankle, it's swollen, but there are no teeth puncture wounds. I breath a sigh of relief, I don't think my mentally could deal with another wolf bite scar.

My skin is lacerated on both sides were the beast tried to claw me off of it. It's not pretty. I look like I went through a meat grinder.

"Sit here and do not move. I'm going to get the truck."

My father takes off at an unnatural speed. I lean my head against the trunk of the tree and breath deeply through the pain.

"I have to get the gear, so we can get you out of here ASAP." Roary says.

He shucks a shell into the sawed-off shotgun he has in his hands and lays it across my lap. He starts off in the opposite direction of my father, but stops, turns and smiles at me.

"Your first werewolf kill. You're a badass." He says with wink and then disappears into the woods.

I smile at his words. Yeah, I am a badass.