The Hunters Mate

Chapter two; Malagoria

I etch M A into my victims chest so the werewolves of the Darkness Arising Pack know I have been near when they discover the dead bodies.

I head home and start getting ready. I pull on my black suit that hugs my skin closely and strap a weapon holster onto my body, so one side tips down my leg while the other side is held firmly by my hip. I attack two mini pistons to it along with three throwing knives and two daggers. I tie my long hair into a braid, Elsa style so it doesn't get into my way and slip on some calve high black leather boots. Inside my boots are two silver daggers which are easy access but inside the actual boots are a few small daggers in case something ever goes wrong. Nothing will go wrong but I'd rather be safe then sorry.

I grab my long jet black bow and sling my silver tipped arrows onto my back. I'm ready for anything.

I start jogging towards where that werejerk said the clearing would be. I don't make a single sound as I practically glide through the air. After thirty minutes of jogging at werewolf pace I have barely broken a sweat but can still not found a clearing.

Damn it! I should have brought that idiot with me and made him suffer for lying. I run for about ten more minutes and just as I am about to give up sure enough a clearing with a huge stump in the middle appears out of no where.

I slow down and quickly take note of my surroundings. No suspicious activity and I cant smell werewolf anywhere. Yes, I may be human but my body is able to spot a werewolf a mile away thanks to intense training. I scale up a tree and jump through the branches until I am squatting over the tree stump.

I jump down skilfully and the only noise is the inevitable  sound of a few leaves crunching from the force of my drop. I slide my bow off my shoulder and slowly pace to the stump, I knock twice on the stump and wait for exactly thirteen seconds before nocking a third time. Sliding down the trunk I take out one of my favourite daggers and sharpen it against the wood.

This is going to be a long seven minutes

After four minutes I grow impatient and pace around the stump in hopes of wasting some time.

FIVE MINUTES

SIX MINUTES

And that final seven minute mark passes. I hear faint pitter patters of big wolf feet nearing. I take a whiff of the air. Rogues. My bow is now slung off my back yet again and with expertise an arrow is knocked on it and the string is drawn, ready for and attack.

Five rogues. Focusing my cold, hard glare at the closest one they seem to reconsider their actions of coming close to me but the biggest rogue snaps his jaws at her so she carries on anyway.

Stupid rogue tricked me! I hope he is having fun in hell.

Rogues don't normally act in pack like forms so why am I finding so many in groups lately? I have a gut feeling that I'm not going to like the answer. One of the rogues lunge at me, aiming for my neck. Such an obvious tactic. I dodge to the side while spinning around, I aim my arrow and in seconds the rogue is dead with an arrow protruding out of it's head. While I was working on that rogue another has jumped at me, I dodge it but I don't have enough time. Its paws knock my bow out of my hands and it scatters away. I waste no more time and pull out my throwing knives and already two of them have found targets. Both are now dead.

A light brown wolf tries to run away but I flip out my pistol and a silver bullet buries itself into it's chest. I am once again left with the leader. I stare at him, daring him to move.

"Shift." I command, watching to see if he is good at following orders. He glances at me for a moment then lunges at me. In mere seconds he realises his mistake as I pin him to the ground and hold him in a headlock.