Facing the Last of His Past

Rose sat up in bed as Ty dressed. “You’ll be careful? You’re sure you’re going into this with enough back up?” He was heading out to hunt the hunters with several of their pack. This time, she knew no one would go missing.

“Rose, love, I’ve been hunting the hunters for years. I know one thing about these monsters. They are desperate to come out on top, but they don’t want to work for anything. These people want it all handed to them like a reward for existing or being special. Though I’m not sure how they are special.” He was snapping things into place. His gear looked like what many security people would wear, but this gear was shifter safe. These clothes were tear away or stretched with their shifting forms. She hated the feel of the material and would rather not wear anything. But she didn’t fight, so it wasn’t a thing she needed.

“That doesn’t make any sense. But you sound like you’re talking about my father.” Rose had to admit that her father didn’t