(Bron)
The crisp morning air bit at my skin as I tightened my grip around the handle of my sword, feeling the weight of it steadying my resolve. I stood atop a hill, overlooking the sprawling landscape that spread before me - a mixture of dense forests, rolling hills, and the distant outline of the high school where the supernatural beings had made their temporary dwelling. The sun had barely kissed the horizon, casting a muted glow through the trees, but we were already hard at work. We had to be.
The events of the first attack still haunted us, a stark reminder of the threat that lurked in the shadows. Our current small band of hunters had witnessed firsthand the recklessness and brutality of the werewolves and vampires, creatures that had long evaded our grasp for too long. It was ti
