Hunted

Chapter 1: Birthdays

Side note: This is in no way related to my other story. Enjoy this surprise

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Jax

One of my least favorite days of the year is my birthday.

I know, I'm insane.

But every year, my family makes an elaborate party and invites a bunch of people I don't even know, nor do I care to know. My mother never fails to go all out; this year, she decorated our basement like the night sky. The whole ceiling is lit up with an assortment of lights and glowing stars, leaving the room illuminated with soft light. Even I'll admit it was beautiful, but it's just simply not my thing. I'd prefer to just have a small party with my closest friends. Instead, I'm forced to mingle with all of the family friends. 

As per usual, eligible bachelors try to suck up to me, simply because I am the sole heir of the Spark family fortune. They shower me with lavish gifts, all of which I accept with a practiced smile.  They think I'm as dumb as a gnat, trying to woo me into submission with sly smirks and suggestive winks.

Unfortunately for them, that just simply is not going to happen.

I casually flip off the one closest to me. In return, I get a look of disdain and a purse of lips. He's so close that I can smell the reek of blueberry vodka on his breath. 

"Well, that's not very ladylike. Come on, let's go upstairs and find somewhere private," he whispered in my ear, making me shiver in disgust

I shoved him off the seat next to me and strolled outside, needing to get a breath of fresh air. The number of people in there sickened me.

Leaning against the railing, I locked the door and closed the curtains behind me. I wasn't in the mood for another close encounter with a species I referred to as "douche bag".

And now to explain myself. I'm not exactly an average teenager. My family is kinda-sorta special. Technically, we are a family of elite werewolf hunters.

Yeah, you read that right. Werewolves.

They used to be everywhere. Crawling around neighborhoods, schools, even grocery stores, using their unique sense of smell to find the one thing that mattered in their life.

Their mate.

It was common knowledge that werewolves lived for their mates. It's what started the need for hunters in the first place. Werewolves spend their entire life searching for their mate, the one person that makes them "whole". Not that I believe any of that BS, but whatever. Anyway, they used to snatch up girls without any warning. They were gone. Poof. Never to be seen again by anyone. This caused such a panic that a group of people, simply called 'Hunters', made an entrance.  Although hard, it's not impossible to track down a werewolf. Hunters take contracts from worried families and seek out the werewolf that took their child. Usually, it ultimately ended in the death of the werewolf.

My family was one of the most successful groups of Hunters. Our entire fortune was amassed by accepting these contracts. We were seen as heroes. A gleaming ray of sunshine through the dark cloud of werewolves. 

Hunters overall gained such a great reputation that everyone started to use them. The werewolf population gradually decreased, and so did the number of girls taken. Now, barely any are left that we know about. They seemed to simply disappear off of the face of the plant. Takings have almost ceased to exist. Werewolves are pretty much extinct.

I felt a bit of pity for them. It's not their fault that they're who they are. It's just their natural instinct, to mate and reproduce.

But still, they must be stopped.