The wind in my hair,
the crunch of the leaves under my feet,
the metal bow in my hand.
There is no better feeling that exists.
The rush of adrenaline I get every time the head of an arrow pierces threw the heart of a wolf.
Not any wolf.
A werewolf.
The feeling of guilt not existent when the arrow is ripped back out of the heart of the beast, the beast that I protect the human kind from, the beast that kills hundreds of innocent people on a full moon, the beast that destroy any chance of me living a normal life, a normal teenage life.
I wake up, I eat breakfast, I go to school. But the difference between my day and a normal teenage girl's day is that I don't go home and start my homework or start watching a stupid tv show online.
I go out hunting.
A hunt for the creature.
The creature that I am trained to kill.
The hunt for a werewolf.
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The Hunt - a.i
FanfictionI was the hunter. He was the creature I was hunting. I had the weapon. He had the life. I had the choice. He was the decision.
