The Huntress Mate

Chapter 2: Secrets

"She's over here!" They yelled and I ran as fast as I could. I can hear them right on my heel as I was running in the woods with 3 rogue werewolves chasing me. Their footsteps soon turned into the sound of paw patters followed with growls. I ran straight for a tree and climbed three steps up and did a backflip, landing behind a rogue. I grabbed my bow quickly and got two arrows shooting both at the same time hitting the rouge. I ducked quickly, dodging the swipe from the rouge behind me. Quickly rolling forward, I grabbed an arrow from behind me and drew it back, killing the rouge. Now, where's the last one? Where did he go?

I looked around, listening for any movements. It was silent... too silent. I looked around and scanned the area. I heard a deep growl but I didn't know where it came from. I put my bow away and looked around. Another growl roamed the air. I heard the sound of rapid paws pounding behind me. I grabbed my blade and turned around throwing it at the last rouge landing right between its eyes. It fell and slid towards me with the dirt dusting the air and laid lifeless in front of my feet. I grabbed my blade from the rouge's head and pulled it out.

I wiped my blade on the rogue and dragged the other rogues so that they were all next to each other. I take my arrows out of the rogue and I grabbed my match, setting the wolves on fire. Fire is a way to identify that these killings were my doing. In a way, it's my signature mark to warn the rouges or packs that I'm here and that death will be upon them if they get in my way like these mutts did. I'm their worst nightmare. I walked away from the bodies and made sure no one followed me. I got in my car and left.

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Well if you're wondering about what happened to me, I became the exact thing my father didn't want me to be. I learned so much about the supernatural world that I never knew existed. My normal life was flipped upside down in a matter of days. After leaving town, we changed our identity and started new. We stayed with some family members from my dad side, who were also hunters. I kept to myself and didn't make friends in school, except for some hunters. I felt empty and I didn't know what to do. I just needed something to take my mind off of things. I wanted to feel like I was worth something. I didn't want to feel helpless anymore. I wanted to do something. I wanted revenge. I wanted to be a hunter but mom wouldn't let me. I had a plan that I would start training once I was 18 because I would be capable of making my own decision. Everything changed on my 18th birthday.

---(Day before her 18th birthday)---

A few weeks ago one of the best things happened, I graduated from high school. Now, I await my birthday which is less than 24 hours from now. I get out of bed and I put on a t-shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. I went on a run. I'm trying my best to be somewhat prepared for my training. I pass by the rookie hunters, around my age, training. We lived in an area of hunters. We were kinda far from towns nearby. I watch other hunters train to get a good idea of what I'll do. I run because it's a part of some of their training.

"Hey! Blair wait up!" I slowed down and turned around and see Sam. Sam is 19 and is one of the friends I made out here. He's a hunter that I look up to because of how good he is.

"Hey Sam" I smiled. "What's up?"

"Have you decided on what to do for your birthday?"

"Not really. I heard there was going to be a party tonight at Jace's house. You up for it?" He shrugged and didn't say anything. "What?"

"Nothing." I glared at him. "I just don't think your mom is going to let you go."

"Why wouldn't she? Besides I can make my own decisions now." Sam's phone started to ring.

"Duty calls. I'll come by later." I nodded. I went back home and showered.

----few hours later----

I grab my jean jacket and head downstairs after getting a text message from Sam saying he's here. I hurried downstairs and opened the door for him with a big smile.

"You ready?" I asked and Sam walked in.

"Maybe we should just stay here and find something to do. We could watch a movie or something."

"What? Why are you backing out now? You never say no to a party!"

"I don't know. I'm just not feeling up to it." I stared at him confused for a while.

"Fine. Movie it is. But you owe me!" He chuckled.

----close to midnight----

"Hey look at that. It's almost my birthday!" I smiled and Sam gave me a small smile. "Are you alright? You're supposed to be happy with me! Are you worried about me beating your ass once I start training?" I smirk.

"Funny. I can knock you down with one hand with a blindfold on."

"We'll see about tha-" I gasp and hunch over as I feel pain shooting up my body. I scream as I fall to the ground. The pain blocks out every noise around me. I could only see Sam scream for help and my mother rushed to my side. My piercing screams fill the house. My body feels as if it were on fire. Her touch makes the pain worse, its as if the pain intensifies everywhere she makes contact with my skin. What felt like hours, the pain finally stopped. Al that was left was a slight feeling of nausea and a small headache. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my nails were longer and sharper. I put my hands up to my teeth and they were sharper. Was i? What the hell is going on? I ran to the closest mirror and saw my glowing eyes.

"Blair..." I turn around and look at my mom who is slowly walking up to me. "I should have told you.. but I thought th-"

"You knew!? Sam did you know!?" He looked down and stayed silent. I choked back my gasp. I felt like all the air was taken out of me.

"I didn't know for sure if you were going to change... I" She sighed. "When your father and I were dating, I didn't know he was a hunter. One of the rogue he was tracking found out he was with and kidnapped me. Before your father could find me... the rogue had raped me." I stumbled back and rested my back on the wall to support me. "I watched as your father slowly kill him in rage. I thought that maybe... just maybe you weren't going to have to deal with this." She said with tears forming in her eyes.

"How many times do I have to catch you in your lies? I thought we were going to be honest with each other! Is that why you wanted me to stay sam?"

"It's not his fault. I told him to look after you and protect you. I told him to keep you from leaving. "

"How long have you known?" I stared at Sam.

"The whole time. I was assigned to protect you"

"So that's what I am to you? Some kind of fucking assignment?"

"No you-"

"Don't even try..." I blinked away my tears. "Don't" I whispered and went to my room and started to pack my things.

------(End of flashback)-----

I never fully transformed into a wolf. I only have their strength and heightened senses. I've never been in touch with my wolf. But there are times where I lost control and had this violent anger. But eventually I learned to control it. I ended up going to another family member's house and trained there. The training was way more brutal than it was at the other place. But I never stopped trying my best. I trained every day and night. I was determined to be the best that I could be. After my 18th birthday, I never spoke to Sam or my mother ever since. I know that she asks about me and gets updates on me from my uncle. That night I became something I hated. I became something I wanted to get rid of. Werewolves destroyed my life.

I'm 20 now and live on my own in a small community of hunters. I get assigned missions every now and then by my uncle. I mostly like to go on missions alone because I won't have to worry about others and just focus on the targets. But sometimes a mission can be too much for one hunter to handle, so I bring my team, Alec and Jess. I have a small file on the guy who killed my father. I'm getting closer to finding him. I've talked to Nolan for the first time in a while to see if he knew who was the Alpha. He found out information on where his pack was and who he was.

Alpha Clay from the Crimson River pack.

I will get vengeance even if it means killing a pack of werewolves on my own.