The Huntress

Prologue

Ever since I was little I trained with my dad and two brothers. Constantly going the extra mile, pushing myself harder- and trying to show up my brothers. Not that I needed to, my dad was already proud of me, I knew this. Not because I was a girl in a very manly world- no it was because I never wanted to have the same fate as many others before me did.

I guess it was tough growing up within the council. I hated how stuck up the elders were, you know when you sit there and try to impress someone over and over again and they just raise a brow? Yeah- forget about celebrating after getting straight A's or my first solo kill. I remember walking into their chambers holding the heart of the Michael Duba the 6th. His father and his father's before him all succumbing to the temptation of black magic- and all failing at the hands of the council's hunters.

Michael was my first of many kills, he placed the bar- and did he ever place it high. I remember trying to make the council understand- Michael was over 300 years old I was only 16- sure i've trained but Michael had years of training. Years of learning our ways and killing hundreds of hunters. They shooed me away like you would an annoying fly.

I understood tho, so I trained harder and they kept giving me harder creatures.The vampire? No problem I came back with his heart. The werewolf? No problem I came back with his and his mates head. I knew; I didn't need a pat on the back or a celebration- I knew they were impressed.

The council are the enforcers to all supernatural beings- I'm nothing but a mere puppet. If you break the laws laid out by them you will get no warning, you will get no mercy- you will be killed by me and all the others like me brutally and forcefully.

We have no mercy.