Werewolf Hunter

Just about hours when my mother died, my auntie, who is Polo’s husband, and Rendall’s mother died too. Her body was found near the lake and the lower body was also shattered into pieces. I saw Polo grieve and then go back to hunt the one who killed her wife and he also promised to kill the werewolf that killed my mother.   The hunt failed and the werewolves they killed have no idea about what happened.   After a week of grieving, I tried to be useful in the house by bringing woods for the fireplace. Polo and Finn are on the beer stalls and Rendall, who has the same age as mine is still sleeping. While gathering the dried branches, I heard a small rustle.   I pause for a moment as I try to feel the environment that I am in. My heart is beating so fast and my hands are trembling, I think I know what is the reason behind the rustles. When I turn around, I saw a huge werewolf who was about to hit me with its sharp claws when

“Is this what the elders called bad omen?” Quinn muttered as we slowly walked away from the scene. “Bad omen?” I asked, never heard such a word before. “Elders say that bad omen is something unpleasant or undesirable thing that happens before a hunt,” Quinn explained carefully. I can see her nose wrinkling and her eyes being restless, an indication that she is nervous. “Maybe this is not the bad omen they meant,” I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall

“Finally,” an unfamiliar deep voice said. I move my head sideways and tried to open my eyes. The back of my head still hurts but I now have a clearer vision and consciousness. “She is an Ambrose,” that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am. Dark, and full of cells, these werewolves prepared these imprison humans. “Don’t worry, we’ll do tha

I woke up with a bucket of water aggressively pouring at me. I saw a woman’s feet, and I slowly looked at her face. She is pale, innocent-looking, petite; her eyebrows are furrowing and both arms are on her waist.“Wake up, hunter.” She kicks my legs and turns her back on me.I finally have a clearer vision of who is inside my cell, the woman, a guard, and Convel who is staring at me. “Do you know the reason Alarick was with her yesterday?” she asks Convel.“I do not know the purpose,” Convel calmly responded, as his eyes were still on me.The woman then turned around and looked at me. I stood up and shook the dust off my dress before looking at her.

Raffi’s POV“Your time has come, Raffi.” I immediately opened my eyes and regretted it after a powerful beam of light blinded me. My body ache is gone, but I can feel how weak it is, maybe from the torture. I slowly adapted to the light and realized that I am sleeping in a soft bed, not on the cold ground?“What the…” I realized I was inside a vintage rose pink room with only a bed and table inside. What is more shocking is that I am - “Naked, yes.” Alarick barged inside and sat at the table. My eyes widened when I realized he knew I was naked and that I was just hiding beneath this huge and thick bl