“This file is useless, Darren. It says nothing helpful. How do we find these creatures and kill them?” Rory asks while tightening her grip on the scythe at her side. It’s vicious blade has tasted blood from almost every creature in the supernatural world.
Darren heaves a sigh and before answering. “You can’t kill them. They’re creatures from hell.”
My first thought is,oh fuck. My second thought is,fuck that.
“But they can be immobilized with spells. I’ve got my team working on the ingredients as we speak.”
Well, that’s very fucking helpful.
There’s no way I’m going to let these mangy pups hurt my sisters. I’ll find a way to kill the fuckers. Every creature has a weakness. I’ll find their’s and I’ll exploit the hell out of it. I’ve lived too many years, seen too many things, and survived too many wars to be taken out by a mutt with a centuries old grudge that has zero to do with us.
Hell no.
Looking at my sisters I see the same determination. Rory’s eyes have gone completely black with a silent snarl on her pretty face as she looks between us.
“Let’s go hunting sisters.”