At the Arawn Clan...
In the dark and cold night in the Mount Logan troop, young men and a few ladies were with vests running around the big bonfire that was lit in the middle of the circle. They have formed this circle with verve and viability.
Dust was rising from the ground in clouds as the young lady standing on the raised dais barked order one after another, not giving the troop a chance to rest. The foul smell of sweat was concentrated in the air. For the young men and ladies, these were not unusual.
After a few yards from where the troop was training, a troop of fewer people was training with the crossbows, silver.
The training grounds were surrounded by a tall wall that was battered, therefore creating a ground for all the trainers to easily foresee the training. The visible breath of the young men and women filled the air as they did the combos over and over again, the commands from pierced through the silent night like a knife through butter.
"Marcum! Concentrate on the target! Remember, you are going to be dealing with the werewolf and vampires who are very fast! You are getting yourself killed!" A female yelled to one of the trainees. Her voice was strong and full of dominance despite her being feminine.
It did not take long for her to continue shouting, commanding as if life was really at stake,
"Faster! With that pace, you can even have a clean shoot at my dead grandmother! You have to be conscious of your every move. We are not playing here, humans!"
She continued to rant as she ignored the glares from the trainees, who were probably already cursing at her more than a thousand times.
The trainees needed to endure the harsh body regime given to them by the instructors until they puked from the morning until the evening. Before midnight, instead of them sleeping on a soft bed, they were required to show their combat skills and use other trainees as punching bags.
It was hell! Sadly, they could only grit their teeth and endure instead of complaining.
The training was more intense than a day, though, as they will be doing a real mission soon.
"You are hunters, and I get that! You have abilities, and I know that! Still, you have learned to use them sparingly and when you have no other option but to use them. Raymond remembers to use your legs to be steady after throwing a kick and be fast than that!" Cyrene continued to eagerly shout as she walked around the training ground helping with the training randomly.
After some time, she leaves the training ground to her black sport motorcycle and takes off, leaving a cloud of dust behind. The training did not stop and just continued as usual.
Noel Richardson, who was the next in command after Cyrene, was talking to the combo trainers. He was just as strict as Cyrene. The worse part, he doesn't shout but just smiles and intensify the training for the next day instead of giving the trainees before false hope.
"I need you to make sure that every person that was in the field today has been giving the antidote that just came in. We cannot risk any of them becoming sick or warn out the training will resume tomorrow at dusk. Make sure they get their meal as early as possible, and they get enough sleep, you know what I mean by enough sleep." Noel said to the trainers.
Everyone from the combat group starts packing their backpack and heads out to the trucks that are waiting outside the training ground.
Noel goes on to the group that is training with weapons standing on the trainers' platform, his eyes sweeping across the group.
"Everyone listen closely. I need you to continue practicing for one more hour," Noel started.
Immediately, groans were heard across the group.
"I know, but you have to put in mind we are going to get back our official leaders. Who, for better or worse, are Cyrene's parents, and you all know that when she set her mind on something, nothing can stop her. Anyone will do their best to get their family back!" Noel shouted while looking at them with utmost seriousness.
He then continued solemnly, "Let me also remind everyone as well that most of you have lost your loved ones to this monster. So it is a must to hunt them. It is in our nature until there is no trace of them is left in our history! Everyone with me?!"
"Yes, sir!" The group replied unanimously.
"Until our blades are drenched with their blood until their cries and scream are heard from every corner of the world, and we will hunt them to their last breath! Do you all hear me?!" Noel yelled again, full of anger and frustration and determination.