Chapter 5: When He Got Rizz

Katie checked that all of her weapons were ready and set, before she decided to head out. She put on a ring and took her jacket before walking out of the room.

The floorboard creaked as she sauntered out of her house, her feet leaving a print on the dusty ground. The place was an old hideout she used in the past, and she didn't think she would use it again.

Outside, she took in a deep breath, inhaling of the powerful aroma of wisteria around her log house. It would have been a good day to go for a run in her wolf form, but she had a mission to do and this might be her only chance.

She took out a photograph to examine the man she needed to find. One could feel his charisma from just his picture, and there was something about his glittering eyes, that gave her cold goosebumps. He was simply the alpha of a pack of 20 wolves feared, dreaded but also respected. Rumor has it he killed his entire pack, including his father, at the age of 15. He went around challenging packs and his followers grew slowly but surely, now he had a pack of his own.

It was admirable, but it didn't matter, just like the powerful shifters she dealt with, a gunshot to the head was all that was required to end it.

She's killed a couple of Alphas like him, and dealt well with various powerful targets. She even made a name for herself by being known as the Ghost-hunter. When she fires a gun, she vanishes from her location like a ghost, thus the name.

Katie re-examines the image before stuffing it into her pockets, imprinting the image of her target in her mind, before dashing through the trees like a blur, away from her wooden cottage deep in the middle of the forest--it was far enough away from humans and, especially, shifters with sensitive nostrils. She knew the zone was perfect when she noticed the types of flowers that grew around it, its scents were enough to disguise her scent from snuffing shifters. It was far from civilization, but she liked it that way, it was what she wanted, to be alone, away from humans and shifters alike.

Her target zone happened to be just a few miles from her hideout and she got there in minutes with her shifter speed.

She crept into the territory, watching where she stepped, so she didn't step on a wire rigged to zap a massive bolt of electricity or a mini-mine that would explode, injuring or even killing a shifter. She knew because she had investigated the area and witnessed it happen. Shifters were blown to bits and electrified until they became black. It seemed remarkable that for such a small pack they had so many enemies.

She crept cautiously into the woods, flawlessly blending into the greenery; according to her information collecting, she discovered one of the enforcers was particularly cautious and took extra precautions in defending the territory, but they were dealing with her.

As Katie got closer, she decided to scale a top of a tree with a solid branch to get a better view of what she was dealing with and utilized her wolf eyes to get a better look. This pack didn't live in conventional dwellings; instead, they lived in some type of ancient cave.

Right, the smell of cooked meat ram into her nose, and it made her mouth water, but she shook it off, she needed to be focused to finish the task she needed to do.

She'd been visiting every day since, but hadn't found the alpha. This looked like the right time for the alpha to appear, as it seemed they were having a barbecue. She leveled her gun, waiting for him to come out and hit the trigger.

She could feel her inner-wolf's desire as she watched the Silver pack laugh and celebrate. Though her wolf agreed that Rachel should leave after her family attempted to kill her, she disliked the prospect of being alone, after all, wolves were social creatures who craved home, familial intimacy, and touch, all of which she lacked. Part of her hoped she was a vampire or zombie, so she wouldn't have to deal with the tension that rose between her, and her wolf every so often. Her wolf growled loudly, as if reading her mind.

“I'm kidding,” she said, shrugging it off. Even if she wanted to join a pack, no one would welcome a loner, no one would trust their motives, and no one would believe that the loner couldn't be a spy or a hunter on a mission. This was unfortunate because the majority were simply victims, booted from their pack after a new Alpha took over, or fleeing abuse of some kind. This kind will require a place of belonging and care to recover from their trauma, yet they are constantly leery of loners. Probably due to shifters like Rachel, who hunts her kind for money.

She didn't have a choice, it was what she was good at it, so she used it to survive. No one cared if a loner died or was killed, and she had no intention of dying pathetically on the street.

She drew her rifle as she saw a familiar figure step out with a female alongside him. Familiar because she had seen his photo more than a hundred times, practically ogling at it. But this…this made her quiver on the limb where her body rested; dominance oozed from him, his every step was graceful, and he seemed to command the surrounding area.

Her wolf wanted to eat him up, and she did too, but he was her prey. There was no need for unneeded emotions.

She pointed the rifle toward him, watching him carefully and cautiously as he interacted with his pack. She could already see his brain matter spewing on the red – haired next to him--something about that female irked her off.

Her wolf detested the notion of killing him, which was odd, but she wasn't going to let it get in the way.

As she positioned her fingers on the trigger, her wolf scratched at her; Katie could sense her anxiety; which was strange because her wolf was typically calm and complacent when she needed to take a shot, but this, this was unusual.

‚ Was it perhaps because I haven't done this for a while,’ Katie wondered.

“Don't worry; it'll be over soon.” She whispered, to appease her wolf, but she was having none of that, she wanted Rachel so spare the silver – eyed werewolf.

Seeing her effort was working, Katie shrugged it off, she couldn't afford to miss since the instant she did, it was over, and she wouldn't get another chance because she'd be pursued by enraged wolves.

She aimed her gun, with a serious expression, It was either Bryan Conner dies or Peter does.

Her target, who was walking towards the BBQ, abruptly came to a halt, and she paused, furrowing her brow.

Huh…why did he suddenly stop moving? He then slowly turned towards her direction. Her instinct told her to take the shot, but she couldn't find the squeeze.

Then she saw his eyes, and her heart stopped. How? It doesn't make sense from this distance. She could feel his gaze, he was clearly staring at her.

Immediately she jerked the trigger, letting the bullet fly, and then she missed.

“Shit!”

It was time to run.