"You didn't tell me that you were his son," I snapped at him.

Carter ran a hand through his hair. "It's not something I like to boast about."

He paused as the elevator hit the 12th floor and turned to me. "This will be your temporary home until we've found you a better one."

As the elevator's door widened, so did my eyes...

A noisy yawn escaped my mouth as I stretched my body on the linen bed sheet which I'd pushed off of myself during the night.

Well, it was still night.

I was dearly wishing that last night and the several nights before were just a big dream and that I was back at my apartment in Adelaide.

It wasn't a dream though. The room that I'd woken up in was enough to remind me that. I remember clear as crystal when Carter had brought me up here last night and I'd ran in, squealing.

The apartment was a massive bedroom with a kitchen and living room on the side. It was a room you'd find in the high rises in New York. I wondered what Sebastion would have thought of all this. Were they even still alive? It was mentally impossible for me to think of that possibility.

Suddenly a voice echoed through the room, banging on every wall. "Rise and shine, darling."

I stumbled out of my head and stared at the ceiling. "Who said that?!"

The voice said, "My name is Mona and I welcome you to City Plaza. Your breakfast has been made and your training clothes await in the bathroom."

She reminded me a lot of someone from back home called Alexa.

The clothes that Mona was referring to were black jeans and a leather jacket. On top of that, the only pairs of shoes that were at the door were boots.

"Definitely not my style," I mumbled, stumbling into the elevator.

As the door reopened, Brendan stood just outside the frame, leaning against the wall. The blue shade on his skin was darker today as were his eyes.

"Looking handsome, smurf," I chuckled, walking out of the elevator.

"Right back at ya, Voldemort."

I smirked at his 'compliment'. "I envy the people that have never met you."

"I'd agree with you- but then we'd both be wrong."

"If that helps you sleep at night, Brandon."

We entered inside another building connecting to the apartment as he added, "You'll be begging for any sleep after today."

"What's that supposed to mean-"

My mouth was sucked of all its breath as I stood in a gym so large that 4 Great Halls from Hogwarts could fit- vertically and horizontally. The floor was covered by all sorts of training grounds- a boxing ring, gym equipment, shooting targets etc.

Two figures were fighting each other on the mats near the far corner of the gymnasium.

"Why are there only two people here?" I asked, glancing around at the emptiness of the rest of the training stations.

"Probably meeting with new initiates," he shrugged.

We made our way to the far end of the room where the two bodies attempted to crush each other using their body weight. The raven-haired boy struck the girl in the rib-cage before she threw a hooking kick back at him. The girl groaned in pain before she snatched him by the neck and flung him over her. He winced at the pain but swung his legs around, knocking the girl over.

The girl yelled in pain as she said, "I see you used the old trick, Carter-"

The raven-haired- Carter- swung himself over her and began throwing punches at her face as she attempted to push him off.

"Oh my god, he's going to kill her. You not going to stop this, Brandon?!" I shrieked watching blood begin to pour out of her mouth.

"She can handle herself," he chuckled. "Besides, the fun's just starting."

The girl snarled as she flung her legs around Carter's neck and pushed him backwards. He cursed colourfully as she struck his stomach continuously. Finally, he somersaulted out of her grasp and hit her with a flying back kick. She stumbled off the mat and hit the floor, spilling some blood from her mouth in the process.

She glanced towards Carter's direction and found him walking towards her as he wiped his mouth of the blood.

"Regardless of what Curses we have, being able to spar, shoot and survive are almost essential,' he stated.

I nodded in response and stared at the other girl who was also making her way towards us. "First thing that I'll teach you is that we're family here. We don't abandon each other on missions and if the situation requires, we improvise."

She walked to Brandon and put her arms around his waist. He smiled at her as he leant down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm Bexley," she said with a smile and put out a hand that I shook.

"Burn Archer," I offered, flashing a charming smile at her.

Bexley's eyes were the same violet hue as her hair with the beautiful purple having birth from the roots of her hair. She had an athletic build and was wearing a black crop top. To say that she was beautiful would have been a major understatement.

"You guys have met, right?" she asked, gesturing to Carter and Brandon.

"Unfortunately," I responded.

She chuckled. "I think I'm going to like her."

I never had many girls as friends back in Adalaide as the ones I was friends with had backstabbed in some way. Ever since I had tried keeping my distance.

"Where's Trixie?" Carter asked. "I thought she'd be with you, Brandon."

"She went to bring in the other initiate," he replied. "Should be here any minute."

Carter nodded in response and focused his eyes back on me.

"The City of Apex has a special forces unit called The Hunt and as predicted the people involved are called Huntsmen."

He led us to the canteen on the side of the gym where we took our seats and continued, "At 16, a series of tests are conducted for those that are willing to join but only a chosen few. For us, that test was 2 years ago but every year we get a new initiate. Last year it was Trixie but this year-"

"It's me and the other initiate," I finished.

"Exactly. Huntsmen are divided into groups with others that they're compatible with," Bexley explained.

Suddenly a girl's voice interrupted. "Anyone miss me?"

She glanced at Carter whose smile had already reached the ceiling. "Of course not, Trixie," he replied as he hugged her, wrapping his hands around her waist.

Trixie's golden hair was held up in a ponytail but the blonde hair contained streaks of intense blue that heavily contrasted with the violent hue of her eyes. I could definitely see the reason Carter would like, let alone any boy.

Standing awkwardly next to Trixie was a blonde boy with freckles that were scattered across the bridge of his nose. He locked eyes with me, giving me a smile.

I gestured him to come over and as he sat next to me, I was thankful for not being the only one not in a relationship.

Carter's attention returned to us after making out with her for a whole minute. Yuck. "The next few weeks, you will be training to become a Huntsman with each one of us to enhance whatever your Curses are and the art of survival."

Trixie stared us dead in the eye before breaking into a charming smile. "Welcome to Team Lorin.