@thevigilantevamp
Always careful, Grace was the type to keep her magic use limited when it wasn’t a full moon. She’d spent most of her life running from hunters holding a centuries old vendetta against her family. She knew she had to be careful. She knew one false move could lead to them finally finding her and wiping out her family line for good. After all, she was the only one left. The Hopkins hunters were getting closer and closer to her goal.
Maybe that was why she found solace in a small town coven after being found the last time. She felt comfortable here. It was easy to pick out the people who didn’t belong. There was safety in that. That and Grace didn’t flaunt her abilities. She kept quiet. She didn’t show off no matter how proud she was of what gifts she possessed.
That was why she found herself out in the privacy of the woods playing around with her magic when suddenly a crossbow bolt landed in a tree beside her. Immediately she used magic to kick up dirt and throw it towards the hunter before she ran, another bolt grazing her arm as she ran. Blood dripped down it and Grace knew she was in trouble. Had they finally found her or was this some new threat? She could hear them breathing as they cornered her, fear overwhelming her.