Willow
"Who hurt you," he asks and I see the genuine concern behind his eyes.
"Hunters," I mumble not really wanting to talk about it but knowing it needs to be done. "They took my brother and I about a year ago. I don't know how they got the drop on us but... that doesn't matter now. We both got out a few days ago and went separate ways to ensure at least one of us got away."
"I have to ask... normally hunters don't attack us unless provoked either by us attacking them or doing something bad enough for them to feel the need to track and kill us."
"I swear my brother and I never hurt a soul. My father raised us better than that. These hunters were different. They poked and prodded us for a year, running tests on our blood, experimenting on our healing abilities. They even made my brot
