Made to Kill Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The name is Hunter Rose Hale, birth name Hunter Rose Royalty, Agent Hale for anyone running around this place. My names been Agent Hale for 10 years, since I was 7. I’m part of an agency that helps keep the mythical world and the human world balanced. There are many different sectors of this agency. FBHI.. FBVI.. FBFI.. FBAI.. Each trained to keep the peace and balance. Well that's what they teach us anyway.. that we are keeping peace not disturbing it.

I’m part of the FBWI. Federal Bureau of Werewolf Investigation. It's kind of ironic you know.. Since I AM a werewolf. You are probably wondering how the fuck a werewolf got into an agency that is responsible for killing exactly what I am? Well what was I suppose to do when my pack was wiped out and I was the only one left because I was “lucky” enough to have been out of town for a summer camp at the time. My parents were the Alpha's. So being an Alpha's daughter, of a pack that doesn't exist anymore leaves you alone, strong, unwanted, cold hearted and a temper to match that. But I'll save you the sob story.

Anyways back to what I was saying.. So I had no place to go and was only 7. That's when my foster family took me in. Their names: Agents Mary and Troy Hale of the FBWI. I don't know if it was my beauty, strength or my hot ass temper that made my green eyes turn black, but they quickly realized that I was exactly what they were protecting the world from. But I guess Mary had a weak spot for me and pulled some strings because I would've ended up like every other rogue or out-of-control pack that crosses the FBWI, dead.

So for the past 10 years I've been trained to kill. And I’m good at it. I remember my first field assignment. I was 12. It included 5 other agents; including Agent T Hale. We were sent to take down 8 rogues that were causing trouble in Alabama. I took down 4 of those rogues easily. I still remember the taste, smell and feel of my first kill. The look in his cannibalistic eyes as his life was ending will haunt me for the rest of my existence. But not all in a bad way. Once you get the first kill out of the way the next comes easier, then the third even easier then the 2nd, and then by the time you are done life doesn't even matter to you. Not even your own.

My relationship with my “family” isn't something I'd call normal. We ARE extremely close. And I know everything about Troy and Mary. But then again everyone knows everything about everyone here. There are no secrets. I see my parents about 3 hours a day. 1 hour before “school” and 2 before it's bed time. Those two hours usually include dinner, and talking about our days. Mary is a little too emotional for an agent if you ask me. She's always happy and her blonde curls bounce with her as she walks. She tells me she loves me at least three times in the 3 hours I see her. Her blue eyes always seem to be so clear and honest. I sometimes wonder how she makes it out in the field. I've never seen her angry and I've never been in the field with her. Something about mother daughter bonds.... I don’t know. As for Troy.. Well he keeps to himself. He is very serious. He is very strong. And he is very... brutal? I've been in the field with him at least 5 times. But I have to give him credit. He sure as hell knows how to fight. Sometimes I wonder how two completely different people can be married. I know I will never be married unless I marry someone in the FBWI.

I go to school just like every other person my age. But I was schooled at the agency with all the other teens in the field. Teens that, unlike every other school on the planet, aren't interested in who the prettiest was or who had the best body. We all get along.. well most of us. It wouldn't be school if there wasn't those few who let themselves feel superior over everyone else. But they don't let it get too out of control. The rules are very strict. The last fight that broke out.. well lets just say those kids didn't even see who shot them.

And of course our classes were a little different. My favorites a lot different then a “normal” teens. Favorite Classes: Tracking and Attacking, Analytical Thinking, Gadgets and of course Combat 1 on 1. Worst class ever invented: Language

I’m not talking Language as in English where you'd have to write a four page paper every other week. I’m talking Language, as in every language that's ever been used. Dead languages like Latin and Greek, Mayan and Egyptian, or my ALL time favorite Hebrew. (Note the sarcasm.) I don't think Language would be so bad if the class didn't take up two hours everyday.. plus another two hours doing the homework for it. But I have to admit it did come in handy when we had to go to Spain to handle a blood thirsty pack of 30 who only spoke Espanol. And of course you have the Languages that field agents use.. like taps.. body language we even have specific sounds that we make that stand for things. That's the only cool part of the class.

So school takes up 10 hours a day. Sleep takes up 8 hours. So you can see that my social life it at an all time low, but I don't even mind. I’m used to how it is. I even LIKE how it is. It keeps my mind busy and my heart under about 1,000 feet of concrete. No chance in getting hurt. But the other 6 hours include homework, exercise and for me.. HAM aka Head Archive Meeting.

These meetings take place in the Archive.(hense the name). The Archive is were all the top secret stuff goes on. There are super computers that could probably blow the world up. But me being only a field agent... I was banned to touch. Trust me I've tried. This room was where you are called to discuss up coming projects. The really smart people.. I like to call them the brains give you a file that consists of maps, plans, records of the people you are about to take out and so on.

And that is where I currently am. The Archive. Looking at an assignment that will be my most difficult yet.

So I hope you guys like!!! The story just kind of came to me. Let me know what you guys think!! I already have my 2nd Chapter ready to go

Peace Out