red blood mate

chapter two- the hunted becomes the hunter.

marci's POV

two years ago

i had made my place in the pack names, the north pacific pack. they were kind enough when i came, weak, tired, and dirty, into their wland and demanded to see my uncle josiph. he took one look at me and the folder i held, and took me into his arms. i had not cried, only clung to his familiar warm scent, and we made our way to his office. my uncle demanded the whole story. so i told him and after i was done he had accepted me into his home. he made a small decent sized room for me in the attic, and i told him that i'd pay him. he just shook his head and told me to rest.

since then i had trained and faought my way to the top and i became feared by most werewolves outside my close knit group of friends. i had been completely serious about avenging them and i was going to do just that.

present day

i stood atop a building looking down at the scum bag hunter as he pushed a busty red head aginst the wall and ravaged her neck. i heard shuffling to my left and knew that it was gale, my second in command of my little pack. we had disbanded from my uncles pack and he had been gracious enough to give us land. we were called the black rose pack. we were feared and respected for our fighting skills. we had killed many hunters and were seen as heros.

i sniffed the air and knew that, a few buildings down, my omega, kale, sat atop the roof waiting for my signal. i could hear clareie shuffling in the shadows to my right. all together there were twenty of us but only four of us were needed for this.

i heard the strangled cry of the woman and nodded at clairie. we jumped down onto the ground not making a sound. we were experts at this by now. i calmly walked up to the distracted hunter and pulled out my 55 caliber handgun and cocked it, pointing it at his head.

"tsk, tsk, tsk little hunter." i mocked. "whay are you always in my way."

the man let the red head go and kale grabbed her arm and propelled her none so gently out of the ally. the hunter chuckled and i pressed the gun farther into his skull. i hated these men. how they thought that it was ok for them to use people for their own sexual and sadistic desires.

"blood red rose pack, i should have known you were following me," he chuckled

"we hear about scum like you walking our streets and we just have to act," clareie said in a sickly sweet voice.

"so ya gonna kill me, or take me on a date?" he asked sarcstically.

"killing you would be to easy," i said leaning into wisper into his ear, trying not to gag on the foul scent eminating from the man. "i think i should make you into the thing you hate the most" the man shivered and i could smell his fear mixed with his arousal. this man was turned on by me. that was disturbing. "but i wouldnty give you the pleasure." i quickly stepped away from the man but didnt lower my gun. ":turn around so i can see the face of the man im about to kill." the man turned around.

he was a hidious man. the scars from past battles lined his gruff unshaved and unwashed face, his cold black eyes were as dark as oil, it was clear that he hadnt showered of brushed his teeth in a long while. i growled at his smirk.

"arnt i just the spittin image of handsome?" he asked.

"shut it you murderer!" kale snapped. he hated hunters nearly as much as i do. his hole pack had been whiped out by a fleet of hunters, kale watched everyone he loved die while he sat back and watched from his hiding spot in a secrets closet. he blamed himself.

"what does that make you, dog!" the hunter hissed. kale growled and was about to lunge.

"kale!" i said in my alpha tone." you will not let him taunt you. he is just playing with you."

the hunter chuckled. "kill me now, i am ready." he said. he eyed me up, a perverted glint in his eyes.

"okay," clareie steped up. we gave the hunters a chance to confess and be sorry for the crimes they commited and the innocent live that they had taken"are you sorry for any and all indescrecions and sins that you have commited in you life span?"

"not a one" the hunter said.

"do you regret doing bad and being a sadistic bastard?" kale spat.

"nope" the hunter smiled.

"and do you wish to be spared in heven for commiting the crimed befallen onto you so that god and heaven shal except you despite what ytou have done?" gale said calmly. gale, being my second in command, was also my bestfriend. he was a great allie and, despite what you may think, he is not related to kale. were kale is a dark haired, brown eyes, demi god with a superiority complex and anger issues, gale is a serious and calm person with a even temper and often is the only rashional one in my pack.

"im going to hell, so whats the point," the hunter said.

"any last words?" i asked. the hunter smirked.

"i'll be waiting for you in hell, alpha of the bloodred rose pack. and there i shal get my revenge," he said in a sadistic tone. i smirked and cocked the gun.

"ill be waiting!" i said and pulled the trigger. the silent click of the gun and the blood was the only thing that said i had hit my target. the hunter fell to the ground and i watched his body start on fire. my pack watched as he burned until there was nothing left but a pile of smuldering ash. i sheltered my gun and turned to my family.

"lets go home."