Blamed

Chapter 1

Crimson Alexander.

That's her name. The woman that everyone is so afraid of. A woman that few have seen and lived to tell the tale. The woman that everyone says is the Devil herself. Yet this woman... is human. They say her eyes are so dark, that they tell the stories of her darkest secrets. Hair the color of a starless night and skin of a polished bronze medal.

She has been killing for years. Started off with the highest-ranking witch in the world, Eleanor. Heard she was beheaded in her own kingdom. Next, another high ranking. The Vampire King himself. She's been making her way down the line, killing off the higher ranks in each supernatural category.

People say she even met Lucifer himself. Went to the Underworld and through a portal to Hell. No doubt, it's a rumor. Has to be.

Her recent kill was the Great Warlock, Terez. Whispers were that she barely had to touch him. She has made quite a reputation for herself, but now she's disappeared off the map. Nowhere to be seen or heard. Haven't killed anyone since the warlock, and that was six months ago.

A few vampires or witches end up dead here or there, but nothing too serious. She hasn't crossed my territory yet.

The whole half of North America is my region, The Midnight Watchers. A quarter of the other half is my sister's, Ophena. White Peak, a female-led pack. She leads that side pretty well.

There are packs inside our regions as well. I call them co-Alphas. They help lead smaller packs and sometimes go to meetings I can't attend. There are even other supernatural creatures that reside within my region. Long ago, a pact was made.

Every supernatural being that God created was put to the test by battling each other.

The battle would go on for months, years until someone was the last one standing. First, it was vampires. Then it was passed to the werewolves. My father.

We get to rule a region. Until the next battle starts, it is mine. The battle starts every ten years. I have roughly six more months to lead.

My mother and father were very powerful when they were living. No one crossed them and everyone respected them. When they passed in the battle, the regions were in an uproar. It was only after another ten years that my sister and I separated the country in half and took back what was our family's.

I was only sixteen when our parents passed, meaning I wasn't fit to fight. My uncle, Bartholomew, fought and won. He passed down the region to me once I came of age and soon he died.

We're spread everywhere, eyes and ears on everything and we won't go down without a fight.

"Alpha,"

My rapid thoughts came to a halt and they probably wouldn't be moving anymore today. Duty calls after all.

"Yes, Gerald?" Was my response. He stood straighter and kept his eyes past me. Wise boy. He wouldn't dare look at me head-on unless he wants his throat ripped out. Disrespect is not tolerated.

"There has been an important breakthrough." His voice stayed level, but I could feel his fear oozing off of him in waves. My body tensed and I slowly stood from my desk. The swivel chair rolled softly back until it hit the wall behind me.

"What is it?" My voice rumbled with a strained growl. His blue eyes looked frantic and his face was slick with sweat.

"It's about the hunter. She has been seen in our region." He said.

My wolf growled inside me, his eyes flashing over mine. Gerald stepped back, his form slightly cowering away from me. I calmed down my wolf, reminding him of an important thing.

'She kills, but she hasn't killed any of mine. She's not that bold or stupid. That would be starting an all-out--'

"There is one more thing, Alpha." Gerald took a deep breath and I could feel my skin start to boil.

"Spit it out!" I roared.

"She's killed almost over two hundred wolves... sir." He stumbled out.

My mind froze and I could feel my wolf let out an animalistic growl. It rattled inside me and my hands slammed down on the brown desk, cracks etching the sides of the furniture from the pressure.

"WHAT?!" My voice boomed around the room and into the poor wolf's ears.

His body shook and I could feel his wolf whimpering through the pack link. The desk was now completely destroyed from me flipping it over. Gerald jumped back away from the lamp and papers that littered the floor.

"Which cell is she located in?" I asked. My anger was slipping further and further. She needs to die before anyone else gets hurt. How dare she kill my people? My people!

"She... doesn't have a cell, sir."

Before he had the chance to run, my hand was wrapped tightly around his neck. He gasped, eyes wide. I could feel my claws digging into his skin and my wolf was practically begging me to snap his neck.

"You mean to tell me she was spotted and you guys didn't catch her? Idiots!" I threw him back, his body crashing through the door. I growled, my claws growing more. Bystanders in the halls stared wide-eyed at a sprawled Gerald and began scurrying away from my sight.

'She needs to die.' My wolf spat. I looked out the window, the dark sky tempting me to go out for a run. My skin was tingling with rage and a low growl left my lips.

'She will. Tomorrow. She can't hide from us now. We'll kill her before dinner time.' That was my promise to us, and I planned on keeping that promise.

'Listen closely everyone!' I shouted through the region link. I could feel everyone stop what they were doing so they could listen to what I had to say. I rarely talked through the region's link unless it was important.

'We've lost two hundred people today. Two hundred! That is unacceptable. You and I both know it. We will not sit and wait for this Crimson to arrive on our doorstep. If you see her, capture her immediately. Place her in your cell in your designated pack house and let me know right away. She will die for messing with the Midnight Watchers. She will die for messing with our region.'

Pride amongst other emotions flooded the link and at the same time, multiple loud voices said the two words that would put things in motion.

'Yes, Alpha.'

My wolf calmed down slightly and I blew out a long breath. My hand absently began rubbing my bearded chin, the gears twisting away in my head.

'Do they even know what she looks like?' My wolf asked. I shrugged.

'All humans have to go through an official prime wolf before entering the region. They'll be able to find her.'

Crimson Alexander will learn what it feels like to be hunted. She will feel pain, not mercy. She will pay for the two hundred lives she has taken.

'How?' My wolf growled out.

'How what?' I asked.

'How did she manage to kill two hundred werewolves by herself?' He roared. I hummed. I was wondering the same. I sat back in my chair, my eyes trailing over the broken desk.

'Maybe she's just that good at what she does.' I shrugged, my eyes lifting back to the window.

She's a murderer, but I am worst.

And she will soon learn that.