“Well the knowledge of your existence has been passed down for generations in my family because for centuries we have hunted your kind. My father trained me since I was a Child and taught me everything I know about hunting.” It was the simple version, details weren’t that important and I wouldn’t be telling them even if they asked.

“Is your father in town too?” She asked

A list of few painful memories flashed through my mind but I quickly blocked them out. “No, he died three years ago.” I stated simply, controlling my instinct that told me to defend. She looked at me apologetically. For a moment she reminded...