Luck of the Irish - Chapter Four

The farewell and the funeral seemed like a distant memory as Saoirse moved through the obstacle course for the second time that morning. It had only been two weeks, but her life was so very different now.

The more she’d learned about the Grove and the clan’s activities, the more she threw herself into her training. There were nearly eighty people that lived and worked in the Grove. The Grove was nearly its own town, but sat inside the boundaries of the town of Pinehurst, Maine. Some of the people were support staff, families and children who helped care for the grounds, cared for their hunter family members, or taught in the homeschool setup the Grove had implemented after two of the younger children were snatched outside their public school, never to be seen again.

Others were hunters who worked in teams of three. All three had fighting abilities, but each had other skills that contributed to the team. One member was a medic, one a logistics specialist, and one an intelligence analyst. The Grove had an intelligence setup that rivaled the government’s best facilities, but they were tracking supernatural terrorists, not humans.