Kidnapped By My Alpha Mate

1. My Eighteenth Birthday

 ♦ 1. My Eighteenth Birthday ♦

I was brought up in to thinking they were the enemy.

In order to survive, they had to die.

That's how my mom died; ripped to shreds by these insane creatures.

My father pushed my training even harder, and soon, I learned to be a killer just like him.

Even so, I could never make myself kill another living creature even if they were supernatural. Seeing the light leave their eyes as their souls left their bodies... just the thought made me want to vomit.

That's what made me different, despite my genes, I was not a hunter and I knew I never would be. But, my father didn't need to know that.

My kindness would be my downfall, my enemy would become my family, and my family would become my killers.

|Rosalie Burns|

April 3rd, 2015
8:57am

Well this was a fantastic way to start off my eighteenth birthday.

My father had just come into my room announcing the details of the hunt I would be going on tonight. How exciting; as an eighteen year old that's exactly what I wanted as a birthday present; a solo mission. Well I wouldn't be completely alone, my team would be there with me, but the actual act would be done by me and me alone.

See, I come from a long line of hunters. The Burns Family is the oldest and most respected family in the hunter world. But we don't hunt your usual game, oh no, we had to go after the supernatural type; the favourites being the werewolves/ shifters. My entire life had been dedicated to the hunter way of life; every secret, every weapon, every supernatural species has been in grained in me since I was a child. Now that I was eighteen, and the only heir of the Burns family, there were certain duties I was meant to follow. The first was bringing home my first kill.

Anyone under the age of eighteen is unauthorized to go on a hunt and kill. The first seventeen years of life is dedicated to training. Then once you're legal; BAM- you're expected to bring home your first kill in order to be accepted into the hunter community. So in short; being a hunter really sucked.

Being a Burns was even worse; I had the highest expectations and was set to attack the Lunar Eclipse Pack- they were the strongest pack in Canada and the U.S combined. There was a nagging inside of me that told me that this was not going to go well. If I went, I would be making a big mistake. I sighed as I fell back against my bed; I stared at the white stucco ceiling, maybe I'd find my answers in the small specs.

I wished there was some way for me to get out of it, but once immersed in the supernatural it's hard to leave. Besides, I couldn't do that to my dad. We had already lost my mom a few years ago, and he still wasn't completely over it. If he lost me too, I don't think he would be able to handle it. My father went on a slight downward spiral when mom died; he became an alcoholic for three years. Those were some pretty tough years to survive, my dad was never physically abusive, but the verbal abuse he used to give himself was substantial. He blamed himself, he still does, but now he's gotten better.

I shook my head, those were memories I didn't want to think about. I needed something to take my mind off of things. I stood from my bed and walked out of my room, as I passed my full length mirror I paused to evaluate myself. Yup, still the same girl I was yesterday. I was still in my pyjamas, shorts and a t-shirt, while my hair resembled a beautiful bird's nest, and I had bags under my eyes from the sleepless night I had. I quickly rubbed my eyes to get the eye boogers out from the corners and ran a hand through my hair in order to get out some of the knots. I shrugged, whatever, no one was going to be here besides my dad.