The Warrior Luna

Follow my lead

Maxine

I stare at myself in the mirror and take in my appearance. I am dressed in a black turtle neck long sleeve shirt with black and dark gray camo pants and a black belt. I tied my hair back in a tight pony tail so its not in the way. My bracers on my forearms are black to match my shirt but are laced with silver and iron to help protect us in a hand to hand fight if needed with the supernatural. My black combat boots also have the metals on the bottom of them to assist in a fight. I look like sexy but dangerous. My green eyes are the only source of color on me. I do one more look over and see that my outfit is complete. I pack a small bag for the remaining two days. Extra shirt and jeans. Nothing too heavy and things that can be left behind. I also remember to pack my medicine. My stomach turns every time I look at it and I never understood why. Yes it tastes like hell but it helps me in the long run. I nod to myself in the mirror and head for the door to meet my team.

"My, my princess. Lookin' like a bit of a bad b***h aren't we?"  I turn my head and see my best friend and second in command Jenna smiling at the bottom of the stairs leading into the weapon chambers. We have grown up together and trained together since we were both 6. Her parents were farmers and wished for a better life for their daughter so they handed her off to the Hunters. My father thought that since we were the same age that we could compete against each other and further our skills. It worked. We can read each others moves and are evenly matched. She's exactly my height at 5'6" and almost an exact resemblance. The only difference is that she has blue eyes like the ocean and a cut over her eyebrow that she got from a bad training accident when we were kids. Other than that. We could have been related. 

I smile and give her a quick look over as well. "I could say the same Jen! Damn girl!" She starts laughing and gives me a fist bump. "You ready to go kick some ass Max?" She says in a very competitive tone. I raise my eyebrow and then smile. "Oh you know I am!" I stepped into the weapon room and am immediately surrounded by any and all weapons that you could possibly imagine. I look around and see the 3 other members of my elite team. I nod to each one from left to right. "Ron. Shelby. Axel." 

All three stand and face me and give me a quick nod back and go back to getting their weapons ready. I have gone on several missions with the three and we all know each others weaknesses and strengths that we are able to synchronize in a way that seems unstoppable . Ron is our oldest team member at 27. I specifically chose him to be apart of my team because of his specialization in guns. This man could snipe a dime from 100 yards. He was about 5'10"ft and slim with dark brown eyes ,dark hair and milky skin. "How's it goin Princess?" He says in a husky voice.

Shelby, the youngest in our team at 15. She has honey blonde hair in a pixie cut and blue eyes with a slim yet toned build and shorter than us at 5'3"ft. Why pick her? She absolutely destroys anyone at sword play and hand to hand combat. Anyone who goes against her is quickly defeated because of how quick she moves. She is like a small kitten with the strength and stamina of a jaguar. "Hello Princess!" She smiles at me and goes back to packing her bag.

Lastly is Axel. He is the muscle and brains of our team. He stands about 6'3"ft and is solid muscle. Axel stumbled across Raine as a child. His family was attacked by rogue vampires while on a camping trip. He was the only survivor. Raine took him in and trained him as a Hunter to help him avenge those who were taken too soon by supernatural. His dark brown skin and hair looked beautiful in contrast with his chocolate brown eyes. He looked aggressive, until you made him smile and all of that went out the window. "Good evening Princess." He said in a velvet voice and a smile.

Oh how I love my team!

"Good evening everyone! I know its was super short notice and I am thankful that you all could accompany me on this mission." I start with confidence. I needed to let them in on the mission and why it was important to execute it immediately. "Okay everyone," I walk to the projector and open the first picture, "this is Jayce Evans, the new Alpha for the Blackwater tribe." I see the same picture my father showed me earlier. I take a deep breathe to slow my heart. "Memorize his face. Because he is our target."