Blood Hunter | Tales of the Wild #1

Chapter 2

One of the maids was shaking badly as they placed the plate of food in front of her. She didn't bother looking at whoever it was, knowing that it would just make them lose their minds. There was no mistake that everybody could feel the aura she had. Each royals had one that told their distinctions to whoever was around but because she was not part of whatever royal titles they had, she had a much unique one.

She knew it was much stronger than the King and Queen's in front of her. She was an anomaly, something that could never be explained and they feared her for it. It wasn't as if she was complaining. She liked having to be feared, having to be avoided and sometimes, when stupidity of a person strikes, having to be challenged.

"Red."

Glancing up from her delicious food, she cocked a brow at one of the royals who called her name. She hated being interrupted with her meal with a passion. This was one of those rare moments wherein she would get to taste a delicious meal and having to be ruined it was getting on her nerves. However, she knew she had to be civil and rein in her temperamental personality. It never did any good to be angry especially when she was talking to one of the biggest clan rulers in America.

King Jonathan sipped his wine filled with blood. How absolutely cliché of them. "A few lycans had heard that you are here."

She rolled her eyes. Of course they did. Living civilly with one another created a chain wherein one information can go to the other species of the supernatural. It was truly convenient. Peace and all. But at the same time exhausting especially when those who are looking for her either just want her help or want her dead.

"Are you not worried that one of them might be—"

A snort passed her lips while she cut her steak and popped one in her mouth. What a godly taste. It was so full of flavor, perfectly cooked in medium rare, and just tasted heavenly. She gave them a smile and a wink before eating more. "No," she said after swallowing the second bite of meat. "They would never come here announced. They would kill after asking people where I could be found and there would be whispers of fear as they walk. It means that whoever these lycans are, aren't them. I assume they requested an audience with you both?"

They nodded to which she just swallowed another cut. "They're civil, they follow the law. They're also not here to kill me then. It only means that they're going to ask for my help."

Groaning in exhaustion, she decided to just stop using the etiquette her grandmother taught her and grabbed the meat and ate it. She more likely inhaled the food but she never really did care. When her eyes met the royals, they just seemed amused, sipping their wine and eating their food like the prim and proper people they were. They didn't scold her how to eat, they just let her be.

Huh.

After eating the last piece, she gave them a smile. "What is it with you people unable to just solve your own problems? You people treat me like I'm an on-call maid, here to clean up your messes." She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "As always, they will be speaking to you and I will be lurking in the shadows. I already have a dislike towards werewolves, what more with lycans?"

She loathed their kind. The superiority complex they had was outstandingly irritating. They believed themselves to be far greater than anyone else as they were created first by the Gods and Goddesses. They did not care that humans were really the one to be first as they were powerless against them.

Werewolves were more civil. Though not entirely, it was a greater improvement than the temperament of a lycan. Anger one and they release their canines to give a threat to whomever as they did not care for whoever they faced.