The Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 9

Picture is of Nick.

Surprisingly, for the rest of the week I didn't see Jace. Not that I'm complaining. I did notice though that there were more wolves around than usual. Looks like the Alpha has some babysitters for his lovely mate.

I know there are wolves following and watching me at every waking moment, so I've decided to have a little fun with them. Well it's fun for me, not them.

While walking home today, I ran into the woods and set up a wolf trap out of rope. Kinda like the ones you see in movies where the poor victim gets stuck hanging upside down in a tree, dangling by one foot.

I hear the wolves walking around the woods, sniffing for me and roll my eyes. I climb up to a high branch and lean against the trunk of the tree, deciding I'm safe from any attacks and rest my eyes for a little while.

Jace's mutts have been up my ass all week. And all week I have been avoiding their watchful eyes. And snouts. Some even tried to talk to me, which I quickly dismissed them and walked away. But no matter how many times I ignore and glare at them with hatred, they just won't leave me alone. Like, seriously, take a hint.

Of course I could use an alternative method to get them to leave me alone, but that would involve me bringing extra knifes and a few hand guns to school, but I'm positive Jace would be a little pissed at me for massacring his dogs.

But why should I care? Why should I care if he gets angry? Why should I care if he gets angry at me?

Well the only explanation to those questions would be the "mate bond." I never really believed in it before. Seriously, who could love someone so much that you would jump in front of a train for them? Who could be so attracted to someone that when you touch them all you feel is fireworks and pleasure? Who could want to be with someone so desperately that if you spend a day without them, you feel as if your heart might explode?

It's all true though. I've felt it. The first time Jace touched me, I thought I was imagining things. Though at that time, I didn't know what he was. For Alphas, the mate bond is stronger than others of their pack. I don't know why, but it is.

I know that the mate bond is affecting both Jace and I. He's become very protective of me, even though he barely knows me. Jace is all that has been on my mind since I met him. I cannot stop thinking about him. And that scares me.

I took an oath when I became a Hunter. Getting involved with any type of supernatural creature is going against that oath. I need to keep pushing these wolves, especially Jace away. I mean, he'll get over me, right? And if he doesn't, should I kill him? By myself it would be impossible for me to kill an Alpha, but maybe with others from my sect of Hunters, it could be done.

Killing him would hurt me though. Severing the mate bond has an effect on both individuals. If one dies, the other suffers the most agonizing pain until they go into a deep state of depression or in some cases die from the pain. Another way the bond could be severed is by rejection. Which I don't know much about. In the wolf community, I know that being rejected is the worst humiliation possible. Some wolves are shunned by their pack and become disgraces to their families and friends.

In other situations, it would be hysterical to see the Alpha shunned by his pack, but in my situation, I can't find it in myself to laugh at Jace's humiliation and downfall. Thinking about that happening to him is hurting my head.

Ugh, stupid bond.

Well, resting my eyes was pointless. I feel like screaming. I shift in the tree when a twig below me snaps and the rope trap latches itself around something. I smirk and jump out of the tree.

On the ground is a black backpack and two silver knives. I look up at who is hanging from my rope.

"Well, well, well. Nickolas, what are you doing up there?" I fold my arms and smile up at my blackheaded brother dangling by one foot in the tree I was sitting in.

"Haha, very funny Jade. Cut me down." Nick says, struggling to untangle his root from the rope but is failing miserably. I smirk and pick up his things and mine.

"No, I don't think I'm going to. I'll let the wolves get you instead." I say and start to walk away, but stop when a question pops into my head. I turn around and look back up at him shielding my eyes from the sun peaking through the holes created by the tops of the trees. "Why are you out here anyways, Nick? You never come into the woods anymore."

"Umm, I was looking for you," Nick gives me a 'duh' face. I raise one eyebrow at him. Why would he be looking for me? He is kind of a loner, so if he wanted to hang out with me or something, I would think he was joking. Nick showing up in the woods, looking for me is not something one would expect to happen. Something must be wrong if he is out here.

I walk over to where the rope is tied to the bottom of the tree and hack at it with one of Nick's knives. The rope rips into two pieces, not being able to hold Nick's weight any longer. He comes falling to the ground and lands on his back with a loud thump and crunch. Ha, I love gravity. I walk over to him and yank him into a standing position, then give him his things back. He grunts when he stands and glares daggers at me.

"What's wrong Nick? Why are you looking for me?" I ask him, keeping my expression serious. Though I really wanted to laugh at the very recent and vivid memory of him falling out of a tree. Nick grabs my arm and starts pulling us away from the trees. I sigh, knowing he won't tell me anything until we are out of woods.

Nick hates the woods. When we were younger, while playing in woods we were attacked by two rogue wolves hiding in the trees. No one was seriously injured, but Nick has the most scars and now refuses to go into the woods without any other people and lots of weapons.

On the other hand, I love the woods. I love the smell of the trees and the sound of the leaves blowing and rustling. Nick and I may be twins, but we have opposite views on almost everything.

"There is trouble at home," Nick tells me, dropping my arms from his hand. "It's Kyle," of course "he needs you Jade, you are the only one that knows how to handle him when he is like this."

I rubs my palms against my eyes and shake my head. Why is my life such a mess? My best friend won't talk to me. I have a werewolf slash Alpha mate and so many more problems. And now I have a screwed up older brother.

Why do everyone elses problems, become my problems? Can't the world just give me a break?

No that would be too easy, I think to myself as numerous growls and threatening barks come from the edge of the woods.

Nick and I look over to the wolves standing 10 feet from us. They have red eyes. Rogues. Just great. Well maybe a good fight is just what I need, to help let off some stress and anger. I smirk and pull my silver daggers out of my boots while Nick takes his knives from his backpack pockets and gets into a fighting stance. I follow his actions and wait for the wolves to advance on us.

The first one jumps at us and I throw my dagger at its chest, sending it falling to the ground. Ripping it from the wolf's chest, I turn around to the other wolves glaring at me. Angry for killing their friend. They take cautious steps toward me, circling around Nick and I.

"Bring it on," I say as they all lunge toward us, wielding their lethal canines.